The Emptiness

Alejandro-Lady Gaga

I awoke in a cold sweat when I heard my phone ring. It was about four in the morning. The rays of orange and yellow burst up from behind tall trees, promising a new day.

I was having a dream about Andy raping me. I sat up. It still felt like everytime I moved, knives and razors slicing through my skin. At least at the hospital, I was numb. I grabbed my cellphone and flipped it open. It was a crappy cellphone. Those ones you get it the mail when you payed a certain amount of money. It texted poorly, as well as the calling. "Hello?" I answered grogily when I picked up.

"Hey Babe," a even tireder voice droned into the phone's speakers.

"Oh, hi Andy," I whispered. Andy would call me at all hours of the day. When I asked him why, he answered with something about a gang. Not that I was surprised. I made sure I listened intently and stored all the information up. You could say that I was Andy's slave, and he was my master.

"What are you doing today?" he demanded to know. He had been calling me every few hours for the past two days. Ever since I got out of the hospital.

"Just resting," I tried to keep a minimum of 1-5 word answers.

"Can I come over?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes," I whispered and rubbed my index and my thumb together, something I did when I was generally irritated.

"Can I bring a friend?" I don't know why he bothered asking, because we both knew that he would bring his friend anyways.

"Yes."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up and stared at my ceiling for a moment. I realized there was no use it falling back asleep, but being the stubborn girl I am, I squirmed around in my bed, attempting to find somewhere warm that just would not show up.

The winters in Connecticut were pityfully cold. I was on break right now. But break didnt last for too long. Today was my last day of free time an then back to school for me. I knew gossip about what happened to me would spread through the school like wildfire. Espescially if the news got passed to Linda Plare, the schools gossiper.

I pushed myself out of my bed and took off the sling on my wrist so I could go in the shower. I took a long shower. I shaved my legs with one hand, shampooed my hair with one hand, and lathered my body in chocolate body wash with only one hand.

After I had dried myself off, got dressed in plaid pajama pants and a batman t-shirt, plaited my hair into two French braids, and threw on some eyeliner, I was ready to sit on the couch and watch television.

The doorbell rang at seven-thirty. I wrapped my covers around me tightly and walked over to the door. I opened it to see Andy and that guy who he was with at the club the night I was raped.

I wanted to give them both the death glare, to slap them both and kick them out of my house. I would do that if they weren't gang members. I saw someone behind them who I wasn't familiar with. He was medium height with spiked chesnut hair and dark eyes.

"Are those contacts?" the guy from the back spoke up.

"No," I answered back to him. My eyes were an unusual color. Turquoise with specks of mint green.

"Australian, right?" he asked.

I was about to nod when I remembered that Andy hated when I didn't speak. "Yes."

"Introduce yourself." Andy suddenly appeared at my side with a harsh shove.

"U-Um. Snow Grey," I said sheepishly and stared down at my barefeet. All the boys were wearing black work boots and tucked into each of them was a pocket knife. I gulped and looked up at their faces.

"Ciyourus (Sigh-riss). Ciyourus Magnole." the one who I had never seen before answered. He held our his hand for a shake and I gently placed my hand in his before shaking his.

He flipped my wrist over and stared at it for a second. I instinctively tried to pull away but only was denied. The scars on my wrist told stories of pain that no one could explain except me. The scars were ugly and shiny pink. "Are you suicidal?" he asked.

The answer came to fast. "No, I'm not suicidal." Which in my language meant 'Yes, very.' The words never made their way out of my mouth, though.

He nodded and I looked up even farther to see a gorgeous pair of sparkling powder blue eyes. His hair was shaggy and black and his skin was so pale, I was sure he had never stepped into the sun.

"Snow," I whispered.

"Long time, no see," he said this with a smile but in his eyes was a twinkling of guilt. He mouthed the words 'I know.'

I bit my lip and led them to the couch. "Would-" Andy pulled me down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

"I have a boyfriend," I mumbled nervously and rubbed my hands together.

"What?"

"I have a boyfriend," I repeated. All three of their head snapped up to analize what I was saying.

"He wasn't there at the hospital was he? No. Go call him and break up with him. Right now," Andy demanded.

I scurried to the kitchen to get my phone. I dialed Evan's number and he picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" his voice was annoyed. Impatient. Irritated.

"It's Snow." I could here a girls voice in the backround. "Who is that?" I asked.

"Baby-kins," a female voice purred. "Get back in bed."

"Are you cheating on me?" I questioned, even though I already knew the answer. "We're done." I slammed the phone down on the counter and entered the living room.

"I did," I muttered.

"Good. Now I have an important question," Andy told me.

"Yes?" I mumbled.

"Will you go out with me?"

A.N.- Oh, hi there. Does anyone even read this? No? Oh, okay. I'm sorry it's so short!

Adios