The Beast

As I have said, it's been years since then but I could never erase those memories. I would never forget the pain that I went through.

How could I?

Those evil men never found me. They searched the whole house but stayed away from the closet doors that locked me in, ignoring them as if the doors weren't there at all.

After a while, the police arrived and they found me huddled in the closet and still and silent. I could even remember what one policeman said when his eyes landed on me.

"She doesn't look like she's breathing. Is she still alive?"

Oh how I wish I wasn't.

Maybe life did want me to suffer... but what have I ever done to deserve this?

Ever since then, I was whisked away by the police to live with my single aunt. She welcomed me with a warm smile and open arms but I felt nothing.

I didn't want to be alive.

I've distanced myself from the people around me and soon, everyone thought of me as the girl they could mess with, the girl they could torture.

It was when my first day of school when the bullying started. All I did was stay silent for the whole day, never talking, ignoring everyone around me and when the dismissal bell finally rung, I was shoved into the wall, beaten up until I couldn't move.

The nurse found me, sprawled out on the floor, bleeding to death and she quickly tended to me. She asked what had happened, I never told her.

She couldn't help me.

I didn't talk much, the need to use words made me feel nauseous and I definitely didn't look forward to it. Talking reminded me of them too much.

I turned into an empty shell of a once happy girl.

The police explained to me one afternoon about what happened. I was sitting silently on the sofa of my aunt's living room as they explained it to me.

They wanted me for some reason. Those evil men wanted to kill me. They were known to be a gang of sadistic men who were hired by people to kill who so called needed to be killed. It just so happened that they were hired  to kill me and my parents if needed. And they happily accpeted that mission.

After that, I hated the world even more. Most of all, I loathed myself.

I locked myself up even more and no matter how hard my aunt tried, she couldn't do anything to help me. I would sometimes recall how much my aunt begged for me to change, see the world from a different perspective, to smile again.

It was too late... I was too far gone in the cold, unforgiving depths of pain and sadness and depression.

I've often tried to kill myself thinking : Why not just end it? Here and now? I didn't have to endure this.

But I didn't have the guts to. There in the back of my mind , even through all the times I tried to convince myself that this life was horrible, was always a voice , convincing me to stop and face the world head on.

After a while, I just gave up on trying to take my life. I just couldn't do it.

Mother would be mad at me and father... he would... They would be disappointed in me.

I didn't want them to be.

I was their only girl, their only hope left in this world. How could I disappoint them?

I'm 17 now.

A shy, broken girl who has never smiled in years. One who has never seen the light since then. A girl who was scared of getting too close to anyone... just to lose them and go through this pain all over again.

This is who I am...

Raine Woods...

A girl with no hope...

Now I ask you...

Can anyone ever save me?