The Forgotten Ones
Chapter 4
Sapphire POV
*dream/memory*
It was May 8, 2009, I was officially 15 years old that day-it was my birthday- and had
foolishly decided to take a short cut through the alley by a club to get home that day,
wanting to show my mum what I had received on my progress report-straight A's.
It was already dark out even though it was spring. There was snow falling lightly, like a
flurry of small hands, and I was breathing through my nose until it was running so hard
I had to breathe through my mouth.
I was too busy tasting the snow flakes to notice there had been a drunken man from the
club there and had been watching me the whole time. Which I regret even to this day. I
hadn't noticed until it was too late. When I did he was just behind me my mind yelled for
me to run but there was no place for me to run.
'Looks like I found mees a cute lil bugger, eh?' he slurred tilting his head to the side. I was
trembling in fear. I took a step back and tripped. 'Where are you trying to go lil bitch?'
I was able to push my fear to the back of my head and tried to fight back when he said that.
I fought long and hard. I fought as hard as I could to keep him from hurting me, but my hard as
I could was not hard enough...no where close, and soon I was on the ground, with him on top of
me panting and sweating, having lost his breath in the struggle. I was breathing in short shallow
breaths.
I was so alive then. I thought it was the end of the world to be laying here in an alley way with a
sweaty man on top of me. To be trapped under all his weight with no one knowing where I was.
I thought of my mother. My mother who had just lost her husband to a drunk driver but a month earlier.
She would be worried about my lateness. I was never late...not after dad died. I was an only child.
His lips crashed his lips to mine, they were nasty. Blubbery and wet and I wanted to scream but I was
to tired I was still out of breath from our fight.
'Don't do this please,' I managed, and kept saying that word a lot. Don't. And I said please to. My friends
and I had always joked about how a victim always said those words before they died. Well now I didn't
find it to funny, not now that I could relate. 'Please,' I said. 'Don't,' I said. Sometimes I even combined them,
'please don't' or 'don't please'.
But soon he grew tired of hearing me and slapped me. As he kissed his wet lips down my face and neck
and began to shove his hand up under my shirt, I wept. He then proceeded to rip open my pants not
having the patience to unzip them. He started to work himself over me.
He made me lie still beneath him and listen to the sound of my frantically beating heart as I cried. We
lay there with our bodies touching, and, as I shook, a powerful sense of knowledge took hold of me. He
had done this horrid thing to me and I had lived. That's it. I am still here, still breathing. I could hear the
sound of his ice cold black heart. I could smell his putrid breath. I could have yelled for hours but I knew
it would do me no good.
I knew he was going to kill me. Something I did not realize it then but I do know. I realized I was already a
poor animal that was already dying.
'Why don't you get up girl?' he said as he rolled off to the side and then crouched over me.
His voice gentle, as if I was his lover, his wife. A suggestion, not a command...
I could not move. I could not make myself move. I could only lay there looking at the stars for the last time
and wait for death.
When I didn't move-was it because I didn't follow his suggestion?-he reached into his pants pocket and
pulled out a four inch pocket knife. Looking at the knife I could see it smiling at me, curving into a sinister grin.
Death was so close that I could taste it.
'Tell me you love me.' He said
And I did with foolish hope of seeing my mum. I fell into endless darkness then.
The end came anyway...or so I thought then.
*end*
I could only be thankful. He made me hard. I earned how to defend myself. They never found the bloody
fucker. And I vowed to myself the day I saw him again if I ever...I would kill him. Like he killed me. Only I
would kill him slowly.
'Sapphire!!!'
Damien POV
I woke feeling strangely giddy. I looked down at the beautiful women that I was holding in my arms
and brushed my hand across her cheek. I ran my hand over her tracing the planes of her face,
stopping at her lips. She looked so peaceful as she slept, like my own personal angel fallen from the
highest peeks of the havens. I had sighed and setting my head against hers breathing in her scent when
I noticed that she was breathing labored. I pilled back to look at her face she looked pained and really scared,
even in her sleep. I shook her gently trying to wake her up not wanting her to feel any kind of fear or pain.
'Sapph...sapph wake up.' It wasn't working I had to do something. I didn't want to hurt her so I began
looking around her room for anything I thought might wake her up. Her labored breathing stopped as soon
as it started but it didn't come back.
'Sapphire!!!'
Her eyes opened and she looked up at me with black eyes.
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