Erased

hey guys this is my first story so bare with me if it seems bad

tell my what you think at the end, i hope you like it!

                                                                    ~Emily

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It was just me I was all alone. Walking along the sidewalk towards my house, looking at the houses as I walked. The street lights would flicker every few seconds but never daring to go out, though it wouldn't matter if they did because there were only two providing very little light for the three hundred feet I had to walk, my house being at the top of the hill.

The wind was blowing the autumn leaves around and the crisp wind pulled at my long brown hair and scarf it nipped at my nose and my sensitive eyes started to water a little. The sent of burning leaves filling my nose, even though the fires that people had lit had gone out long ago. It was dark and the moon was only a sliver, in a few nights it would completely disappear. The stars would then be the only other light other than the streetlights, which at some point would go out. Then I would be stuck in complete darkness. But I was used to walking alone in the dark. I got home from school late, me being on the track team and having to practice late almost everyday so I did this often.

I worked hard to get where I am after all that happened a year ago. I was one of the best on the team and I could run the mile in a relatively short time. I didn't mind having practice late because when I run, I feel like I’m untouchable and I am able to think straight, I have a feeling of being free like when I’m not running I’m trapped, or waiting to be. Though most people would say the complete opposite, but I guess I’m not normal… Even though I sometimes have to walk home in complete darkness I’m not scared, ever since that night a year ago I was scared of nothing. I could walk home in pitch black and wouldn't even get sweaty palms, but when I got home, I would be terrified, I jump when my dog makes noises, and don't get me started about the basement. I can never go down there alone. Weird right? I was scared out of my mind when I was in my own house, or in anyone’s house for that matter, yet I could be walking in a park at 1 am and wouldn't even flinch if something popped out, I’m not saying if a creep came up to me I wouldn't be scared, I just don't get scared of being alone.

Don't ask what is wrong with me because I honestly don't know, but ever since that night with them, I’ve been different. I didn't even know who I am anymore; all I know is that I will never be the same again. Never. And it’s all because of them. And the worst part is, I don't even remember what happened, just the sound of my screams or the feeling of their hands on my body. The nightmares come less often now but they used to come nightly, now only coming weekly. I am secretly hoping that eventually they go away completely, and that someday, I wont remember any of it; the feeling of their hands, the screams, the pain in my cheek that I can only assume came from a slap.

And most of all those green eyes.