The parasite

Chapter 3

I woke up on the ground feeling as though my entire body had been thrown through a wood chipper to then be stopped on by a sledgehammer.It hurt to move, it hurt to even breath. Everything just fucking hurt. I had to slowly sit up as waves of nausea seem to hit me repeatedly. I ran my hand through my hair to find it matted and sticky. I pulled my hand back to see that I was covered in blood. I swallowed then licked my lips in nervousness as I looked down.I was covered in dirt and blood. The beautiful red dress was ripped down to my stomach leaving my black bra for all to see. I gripped the edges and I tried to remember what had happened. 

Suddenly, an aching pain was all that flooded my mind. I slowly stood up and I noticed a smell, It was horrible a mix of sweet perfume and pungent meat. It was so strong and I gagged on each breath. I turned around to grasp a moment of my surroundings I gasped at the sight in front and then the memories came back. 

The guy trying to rape me, the bright light, and then complete and utter darkness.

But, Instead of a living breathing person in front of me. It was a corpus. His head was torn clean off and his legs torn straight from his body. His organs seemed to have been torn out of his body and they had been strewn all over the meadow. I felt my stomach clench from the sight and the bile rose as I vomited on the ground. I spit trying to get rid of the taste in the mouth before turned back towards his body.

 I struggled to stand ignoring the pain as I stood on my own two feet. I gritted my teeth before I made a run for it the tree branches and bushes scratching my skin leaving small welts against my skin. I ran for what seemed like forever till I saw the sight of the road. It was completely empty and in the distance, the sun was beginning to rise. I swallowed as I picked a direction and started walking. I walked for maybe an hour till I caught the sight of the house now empty. 

The only evidence that there was ever a party was the empty beer cans and the few cars left in front of the house.I turned away from it and continued moving past it and towards the direction of my neighborhood. My house was pitch black when I got to it and I opened the door and listened praying that my mother wasn't home. I looked around the kitchen and I spotted one of my mom' s notes this one was different in color than the last. Which meant she was working a triple shift. I never felt so relieved. I read the note and found that she had to leave for work early so she wouldn't be back anytime soon.

 I trashed the note and shut the door before running upstairs.When I got inside my room, I stripped off my clothes and threw them into the trash never wanting to even look at them again. I let the boiling hot water wash over me before I squirted some soap into my hands and began to scrub my skin off. The water turned a brown and red as I washed the dirt and blood from my body.  As I scrubbed, My legs began to buckle and I fell to the ground crying. I dropped the rag and began to rock myself back and forth.

 I cried and cried till my eyes began to ache and burn from all the tears. When the water was clear and my eyes burned from all the tears. When I got out I dried my body and treated the small cuts to my face and skin. I parted my hair carefully to see how much damage he had done to my head but was surprised to find no cut. I knew I had gotten hurt but with no mark that worried me. I knew he had done some damage. Because getting hit in the head with a rock had to have done some.

I searched for a good twenty minutes before I just gave up and began treating my other scratches.By the time, I was done my body was killing me, so I got dressed in some comfortable clothes but when I put on my glasses. My eyes began to burn. I rubbed them and let out a sig before leaving them off. I was really too tired to have them on anyway. I knew if I sat down, I was going to knock out. But, as I made it to my bed all sorts of thoughts were going through my head. 

What happened to me after he knocked me out? What killed that guy? Why don't I have a cut on my head? I sighed and sat down. I bit the bottom of my lip and began to process. Should I call someone? Should I even tell someone I was attacked?  Would anyone believe that I had been attacked? I sat there for about an hour before I came to a decision.