Black and Blue

5

I woke up to pain. Pain everywhere. My eyes opened to darkness. I could see nothing. I felt my wrist chained to the wall above my head. I tried to move but I screamed out in pain.

“Ah, you’re awake.” I heard Pitch’s voice say. I tried to say something back but all that came out was air.

“How weak, you can’t even manage to say anything when I have barely done anything.” He said with a chuckle. I felt his hands run up my sides under my shirt. I shivered and again tried to say something.

“G-Get away f-from m-me” I managed to say.

“Why?” He asked getting closer to me, to the point I could feel his chest against mine. I would try and move but I know it would make more pain. His soft lips pressed into mine a smirk forming, I could feel it. I kept my lips shut tight hoping he would give up. Pitch gripped my waist and roughly slammed me into the wall. I gasped in pain, Pitch let his hand roam me, knowing all my weak spots. He was…. Intimate to say the least, he was passionate too……. I liked it yet at the same time didn’t. His touch became sweeter but still held its urgency and I felt myself melt and lose control completely taken over and no longer there. I snapped out of my trace and took control over my body again. I bit down on his lip and kicked him in the gut, making him fly backwards

“Fine, if you won’t respond to that, let’s try terror.” He snarled. Even more darkness covered me, drowned me until it was all I knew. It made me feel like I was trapped surrounded. My memories suddenly flooded my mind…

I walked down the hall of the school people throwing things at me, yelling at me. Calling me slut, whore, bitch, worthless, mistake lesbian, and screw up. It broke my already broken heart, till it was nothing but small bits. I ran out of the school to my “hideout”. It was a place where I had enough to live there for a while. But I don’t I live with my family, but my mother and my father seem to hate everything I do . I had no-one, nothing, It was a mistake I was even born. I dropped my things and walked to the freezer grabbing the alcohol in there. I started to drink my pain away. I started to sing still drinking. (King for a day.) I ended dropping the bottle and I stumbled up to my room and grabbed a razor. “I have nothing……. No-one…” I muttered as I started to cut my wrist and arm and let death come.

Jack’s P.o.v.

Fear gripped my heart as the search went on.

“Jack, are you ok?” Tooth asked.

“It’s been a week since she was taken, I dare not wonder what horrors Pitch has been inflicting on her.” I said sadly, sadness filling me.

“It’ll be fine, Jack. Hallow will be fine. She’s tough, she’s probably already out of Pitches grasp and flying around somewhere.” Tooth said trying to comfort me, but we both knew that was a complete lie. She barely knows any of her powers if she has any….other than flying which wasn’t a very useful skill against Pitch.

“Yeah…… let’s keep moving.” I said, every moment not spent looking for her filled with pain that overwhelmed my entire soul.