Let Go (Wattys 2017)

Chapter two-Purple eyes

I ended up in after school detention. What a long, boring, two hours. Atleast for me it was. The so called trouble makers were shooting spitballs, cussing, and eventually falling asleep. I just watched the clock. Tick Tock, tick tock until I eventually fell asleep. I was woken my the slamming of a book on my desk.

I looked up stretching before finally wiping my mouth with my sleeve coming into contact with a set of purple eyes. I never knew eyes could come in that color. A smirk spread on the boy's face before I scoffed leaving my seat and walking out the door. Your good, but I'm better.

"Hey are you even going to apologize?" He called from the door. I turned back around stopping halfway down the hallway to lean against the wall giving him a "What the hell are you talking about?" look. He smiled at me dragging his hand through his hair ruffling it so that it made various spikes. I also noticed the way he'd flexed his forearm in doing so making me roll my eyes again. He huffed out a breath seeing he had no effect on me.

"You, rammed into me this morning and never apologized." I shrugged my shoulders looking to the side. I had no intention of speaking to this boy. I had learned my lesson. "You have a very nice attitude." He said the irritation obvious in his voice. I smirked at him before walking away. Molly: 1 Stranger: 0

The walk home was slower than I expected but it was slow and I liked that. It gives me time to think, trying to remember that night, trying to remember what happened to me. I've been told so much that it was my own doing that I was even starting to believe it but every time that I look at my chest I'm reminded that it wasn't me. Somebody raped me leaving me bloody and bruised, I doubt I was supposed to make it out alive.

I peered under my hoodie to see where my attacker branded me with his initials. So sad I laughed pitying myself. Then I lifted my sleeve to where, "My fault" rose out of my skin. I felt my chest tighten and i began to breath in and out as the urge to cut was growing. I stopped leaning against the graveyard's gates and took out my razor.

It glinted in the light inviting me in. My sadistic smile came on my face I pressed the razor to my skin and it slid across my arm granting me with heavenly pain.

I watched the blood drip into single drops before splattering against the concrete. It reminded me of a jumper and how they could so easily make their pain go away. I for one was way to much of a coward to jump.

Honk! Honk!

I jumped in shock quickly yanking down my sleeve as a black car pulled up. The window slowly rolled down building up fear in me. My breath came out hitched and my hands became sweaty not mention the blood that was soaking my sleeve. I stood up as the instinct to run filled my body.

"Hey, you need a ride?" Purple eyes peeked out of the passenger window. I finally breathed, before turning on my heels and stomping away. Who was he to fucking scare me. With his purple happy eyes and flirtatious smile. Here's was d the last person i needed to get acquainted with. The fact he was a male only added to it.

I heard a commotion coming from behind me before I heard the angry burning of rubber running away in the distance.

Good, he got the message. I suddenly cried out in pain as a hand grabbed my wrist putting pressure on my fresh cuts. I instantly pulled away whipping around to see purple eyes staring at his hand. "Molly, you're bleeding." He held up his hand that was covered in a murky red.

I gasped staring at my arm. It hasn't stopped! Why hasn't it stopped! I tried to run but he grabbed my waist making me scream. "No please! Let me go!" I cried. I felt the cold air nip at my skin slightly soothing my cuts as he pulled up my sleeve. "No. Just hold still." I cried watching as he raised the hem of his shirt. My fault! My fault! My fault! I began to get dizzy and eventually passed out residing to the darkness.