Promise I Will

01

"Stop! Please!" I beg. A fist connects with my gut and I'm thrown against the wall of lockers.

Another hit is brought to my side making me grunt in pain. I cry out for help again, not knowing what else to do in my time of need.

"You whore." Words are thrown in my face like a bitch slap, but this one hurts more. My hair is pulled, and I am being directed to the sink in the bathroom that we were situated in. "Eat soap, you little shit."

Soap enters my mouth, making me gag. Tears burn my skin, showing how weak I am against my prey. "Till next time..." The sly voice says in my ear making me cringe in disgust. What kind of monster would hurt someone for going to the washroom after class?

Those who like seeing innocent people hurt. Those who want to see others bleed for their own amusement. Those who want to see others break, starting from the inside and slowly making its way out. I hear the doors clank together, signalling my freedom.

* * *

Taking my bags from my locker, I scurry down the hall towards the door. When I see the big door, I sigh in relief. I push through, letting the fresh cold air hit my cheeks. Burning from the cold, my cheeks grow a rosy pink colour. I don't shout or mutter about the cold weather because I'm relieved to be out of school. It's like making it out to a plane crash alive.

I walk home with the wind blowing through my hair, eyes watering from the burns that the cold air is created. My once rosy cheeks are now a deep red.

Stopping in my tracks, I hear that devil voice call from behind me. Down the street I see her. She's getting closer and closer. All I can do is stay in my spot. My feet glued to the ground beneath them. Like someone had pulled the evil prank of gluing the bottom of my shoes to their spot.

I turn my head and see that my home is only another block away. I try to take a step, but once again, I'm terminated from the action. I shift my view behind me, but instead of a full view, I get a glimpse of the face I fear the most. Suddenly it's black.

My head whips to the side and my mind is blurred. Thoughts bump around my head and buzz like a hive of bees. I feel the imprint of a familiar hand hitting my face. The sting almost unbearable. I cry out in pain but it's no use, no one ever comes...

"You little bitch... Think you can run from your daily meeting?" She hisses, as my vision starts to clear up.

I struggle out a little whimper, "no." My heart beating a thousand beats a minute. A plane could crash right beside us, and I wouldn't know. A shark could bite my arm off, and I wouldn't feel it because all my focus is on my heart beating about what she might to turn this encounter into. The only way to make this hurt less is to hope for the best.

I watch as her arm raises, and her fingers spread out. I close my eyes as tight as I could muster, but I don't feel anything. Nothing happened. I open an eye, peaking a look to see what she was planning in that devil head of hers.

Instead, I see no one. I see the street as normal in front of my eyes. Where did she go? I ask myself. I hear someone grunt in pain. I look down and see her on the ground, but it's no longer just me and her now. Someone else is holding her down.

Someone came, but... No one ever comes...