She Knew Too Much...(((ON HOLD)))

Prologue- Meeting Rowlen

He was fast asleep. Tossing and turning in his bed. He was murmuring words in a hushed panic, words others could not make out. A golden light swept in under a large bedroom door, sending some of the room alight with its glow. The room was not that of a typical male. It was tidy. And clean.

Quiet whimpers left the boys lips as his tossing and turning began to become more frantic, until suddenly, he shot upright. He was awake again.

He ran a hand through his hair, several jet black strands coming out into his hand. His breathing was uneven, and he had tear tracks running down his cheeks. He turned his head, checking the clock on his bedside table. Six o'clock in the morning.

It was at that moment his dream hit him. What had happened in it. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and leaning towards the bedside table. He reached out for the handle of the top drawer of the bedside table and once he had gripped onto it, he slowly pulled it open. Inside sat two items.A large leather-bound notebook and a black pen. His shaking hand reached out towards the notebook and pen and pulled them free of the drawer. He gently took hold of the cover of the notebook, and slowly flicked it open, turning to a new, clean page.

He carefully pulled the lid from the top of the pen before setting the writing end upon the paper. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before beginning to write.

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September 7th 2011

I am in a basement. The air is thick with the smell of sick and urine. I move my hand steadily up to a light switch and flick it on. The room is cast in a blanket of light, and I can hear soft groans of pain, but for some reason I smirk at this. My eyes wander to the centre of the room, where a girl around the age of sixteen is suspended from the ceiling. Blood drips down from her bound wrists and creates a crimson puddle on the cold stone floor. Cuts and bruises litter her body, looking both old and new. I hear four words escape her mouth, muffled through the duct tape sealing her lips.

'Please don't hurt me'

I walk slowly towards the young girl, and upon hearing my footsteps, she whimpers. It is only now I notice the blindfold around her eyes.

I find myself walking towards a row of whips, grabbing a cat-o-nine tails. Upon the end of each part of the whip is bits of metal, designed to dig into the flesh of a person. I am then returning to the girl and raising the whip, but not bringing it down just yet.

"Count Bitch. If you miss any, you will be sorry." I growl out, before swinging the whip down with full force onto her back. An ear-piercing scream shoots through the room but I just laugh and whip her again.

"I can't hear you bitch. I told you to count, so count!" I growl lowly to her, before somehow gaining the strength to hit her harder. When she still doesn't count, I walk back over to the whips and grip onto the very thin leather whip. I return the cat-o-nine tails to its place and make my way back over to the girl, circling her like a lion would circle his prey. When I reach her back again, I run the whip down her back threateningly before beginning to whip her.

Ignoring her screams and whimpers, I continue to forcefully smash the whip down onto her back until her back is torn and bloody. I drop the whip to the floor before looking to my blood-drenched hands. I wipe them on my jeans before leaving the room silently, listening to her screams echoing through the room.

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He quickly pushed the notebook closed before replacing the lid on the pen and placing them back into the drawer, pushing it firmly closed after. He checked the clock again. Half past six. He raised his arms high above his head as he yawned and stretched before carefully climbing out of the bed. He began to walk towards his bedroom door, planning on going for a shower before school. He stepped out into the hallway, turning towards the bathroom and quickly walking inside it, closing and locking the door behind him. he turned the shower onto the highest setting before waiting for it to heat up. he undressed and stepped into the spray of the shower

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While all of this was happening, a few towns over a girl around eighteen was stood in front of her bathroom mirror, razor in hand.

Her face was blank as she stared into the mirror. She ignored the constant banging on her bedroom wall from her roommate as she closed her eyes. She slowly pushed the razor towards her left wrist, digging it in slightly. She opened her eyes, watching the crimson blood falling down her wrist. Her gaze remained blank as she dropped the razor into the hot water that filled the bathroom sink. Raising her uncut hand up to the cupboard next to the sink, she pulled out a tube of Germaline. Twisting open the lid, she gently squeezed some onto her finger before rubbing it over the various cuts that littered her wrist.

The pain was excruciating, but it dulled the other pain she felt. She twisted the lid back onto the tube before placing it back into the cupboard. She then cleaned off the razor in the water and placed it into the cupboard also before shutting the cupboard doors.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a few more minutes before pulling the plug in the sink, then turned and walked into her bedroom. Dropping the once white towel to the floor, she quickly pulled on her clothes. She did not look into the mirror again before she stepped out of the room, a smile forming on her face while she harshly banged on her roommates door before standing there for a few minutes. Annoyed, she walked back to her own room where she picked up her black backpack and smashed her fist into the bedroom wall.

First day in a new town and life was as fucked up as it used to be.