Sweet Seventeen

01: ELISA

01 : ELISA

dedicated to tahliepurvis, because she has been one great, amazing friend.

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          MY BIRTHDAY PARTY was a success, and so was what had happened afterwards.

It was dark in my room and I remember feelings the thick warm texture of leather gloves being wrapped around my mouth as I was picked up. I remember hearing my screams being muffled, they were so low that no one in my house had heard them. I remember kicking and hitting whoever was doing this but I failed and then suddenly I started losing conscious and everything around me became blurry just as I was beginning to lose strength.

The last thing I remember was crying and the last feeling I felt was fear. Fear for my life, fear for my family and fear for what was about to happen next.

And now here I was. Buried underground. Alive.

I didn't know what to do as even moving hurt me and breathing only caused dirt to go into my lungs. The dirt was heavy against my frail body – it was so heavy that moving was difficult for me. My breathing began to pick up and I sensed a panic attack coming. "Help!" I shouted, feeling the dry brown texture make its way into my mouth. "Please! Someone help me!" I cried heavily. But no one replied and I had a feeling no was going to either.

It was no use. How long have I been down here? Who did this? Why? So many questions were circling my mind and neither were going to help me escape.

With all my strength, I push my hand upwards moving my hand a bit through the dirt. I did it again only with the other hand and like this I began slowly lifting myself up. The pressure of the dirt was too heavy and I had to stop for a second. My eyes were closed shut and my mouth was too so my breathing wasn't that good. How deep was I?

"Ah! I can't." I cried. "I can't do this." I wanted to give up so bad, everything within me hurt so bad. What would even happen when I came out? Was I supposed to act like everything was normal? Would the person who did this to me try to do it again? Or worse – kill me?

For a few seconds, I lay there. Telling myself that I needed to keep pushing forward and to stop crying. I was stronger than that. Pushing myself upwards again, I felt a pressure against my stop, it felt flat. Navigating my hand through the dirt, I clutch the item and soon again push myself forward.

"Ah!" I groaned. "Ergh!"

The time had felt everlasting and I felt like I had been getting nowhere. But it was either die fighting or die being a weak-little bitch so I kept pushing.

When to say finally the dirt began feeling moist, I lifted my hand up pushing the dirt out of my way and felt a quick gush of wind strike. It was air. I felt it. I had never felt such happiness. I kept pushing and pushing, harder each time and finally half my body was out. I placed the item which looked much like a journal besides me and lifted my body up as the dirt on the side rushed down to hole beneath me.

My hair was dirty and tangled, my clothes were all stained with dirt and my skin was murky. I was in the woods, next to the Lakeridge Park. Slowly, I bend down to pick up the journal and flip through the pages as tears rush down my face.

The front had "All Your Suspects, Find Me and You Win." Each page had a name and under that were their motives for doing it. Was this a game?

That night I walked home for almost two-miles. Everyone on the streets just looked at me, no one cared to ask what had happened. No one asked if I was okay. They simply just looked at me and walked past me like it was normal for a girl to look like this every day at night. Was this what the world was like? I looked scared and worried about my surroundings and all they did was stare.

When I had gotten home, my parents were waiting for me. "Oh good, there you are. We need you to baby-sit the kids next week. We have a business trip. And god Elisa, go wash up. You look like you crawled out of a hole." But not because they were worried about me.

The tears that were already running down my face multiplied. "How long have I been gone?" I ask. My voice coming out low and monotoned. I kept my gaze adverted on the wall.

"You were only gone since this morning, I told you honey if you're going to spend the day at a friend's house you need to tell us." She replies. At least she noticed that I had been gone. But she not for one minute after I walked into the house looked at me.

I was waiting for her or my father to question why I was so dirty. But they never asked so I never told them.

With the journal gripped tightly in my hands, I walk into my bathroom and take a warm shower. Planning how I was going to find out who did this – and what my revenge was going to be. Get ready Riverside Highschool, because a real bitch is coming your way.

No one is my friend now. And everyone is my enemy.

Sweet Seventeen.

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