Passed Along

Chapter 1

The chalk screeched as I ran it across my concrete wall. I kept track of how many years I was in here, like a prisoner would. The only difference between me and a prisoner is that the inmate deserves their time. I didn't.

Let me tell you why.

I was 11 and was walking home from the corner store. The street was too busy with high schoolers that towered over me. I decided to just cut through the little alley way behind an abandoned church that is being fixed up. I was walking towards the alleyway when I heard the crunch of gravel behind me. As I spun around I seen him. He was a stocky man with a stubble.

His grin reminded me of a Cheshire Cat .

My mom had told me the stories of girls getting picked up around our neighborhood. But I simply had to much pride to listen.

My first instinct was to run and just as I was about to make a run for it, he grabbed me. I let out an ear piercing scream. But he shut me up by placing a funny smelling cloth to my chapped lips. And like the idiot I was, I breathed it in.