The Light Within

Hope Is For The Weak

Christy left after we settled the boy dispute. They weren't going to harm me, they're my new family. I think everything is going to be fine, or at least I hope it will.

So now, here I am, unpacking my things in my new room. It's more than I thought it would be. It had white walls with pictures. One had a flower silhouette and the other had different colored circles. The bed spread was a nice purple with black flower patterns, and matching pillows. There was a also a four-posted bed with drapes hanging off the top. Then there were two tall, white bookshelves holding many different colored books. There was a bay window as well. It was perfect. The dream room any girl would be lucky to have, except me.

While I stood in thought, I heard shuffling in the hallway, along with muffled voices.

"Dude, are you sure she's even here?" A husky voice asked.

"I think so, at least, that's what mom said." A voice said that I'm guessing is Ian.

The noises got closer, I stood not moving even an inch. My breath got more shallow, my legs getting weaker by the second. Two foot shadows appeared through the small crack at the bottom of my door.

"Okay, just sitting here is creepy. Just knock or something." The husky voice added. It was the type of voice that sends shivers down your spine and makes goosebumps rise on your skin. It did just that to me.

There was a bit of silence as I stood, trying not to make a single sound. Then came a small knocking sound on the door frame of my room.

My body became hot, my face rising with heat. Why would they come here? What did they want?

'You'll be fine. You don't need to panic. They're too teenage boys that live here as well. It's not a big deal.' My inner conscious said.

I slowly made my way to the door, my feet only going a few inches at a time. I looked at myself to make sure I wasn't a mess. My light blonde hair cascaded down my shoulders, the light curls playing and getting into a tangle with each other. My brown eyes were heavy with fear, I relaxed my face a bit to make it a bit less obvious. I had on white shorts and a blue shirt. As soon as I felt everything was okay, I reached for the doorknob. I twisted the metal and slowly crept the door open.

Two boys were revealed. One had brown hair that was styled like all the typical boys these days, with green eyes. His jaw line was impeccable, his broad shoulders and large muscles bulging out of his shirt. The other had dirty blonde hair styled a bit more messy, with light blue eyes. They were the type of eyes that anyone would notice. His iris's were small, leaving room for the light blue color filled with black specks. Damn, he looked good. They were clearly his dominant feature.

"Ahem. Uh hi, I'm Ian and this is Mason." Ian said, pointing to the blonde-haired boy beside him.

Mason kept his eyes on my face, which I was glad for. His eyes mesmerised me. I was unable to think or speak. They were soft, like I've known him since we were little. The kind of eyes that you could be safe around, you'd never have to worry. I could feel my face burning, my body growing weaker by the second.

"Ya. Uh, hey." I replied, finally getting something out after a long pause. My voice was raspy, almost came out in a squeak.

Mason's face relaxed a bit, his eyes filling with amusement. I tried to look away, focusing my attention onto Ian. He had a tall figure, about 6'3" and clearly lifted weights in his free time.

"Yeah, so mom wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready, so come on." Ian said. He seemed a bit distant.

The two walked away, Mason turned over his shoulder to catch one last glance with me. I quickly turned away, closing my door behind me as I walked into my new bedroom. I slid down my door, my back leaning against it. My fingers sub-consciously went to my hair, pulling at the strands. I couldn't do this, it's too much. They could hurt me, or do what HE did. My breathing became shallow, my body growing tense.

'You're such a baby,' a voice said in my head, 'chill out.'

After a little while, I slowly rose off the floor, my legs aching from the position I was in. I went over to my bag I set on the bed and began unpacking. I'm a huge person on organization, so I
color-coded my closet and arranged my drawers by seasonal clothing. After I was done I went and sat by the bay window.

I decided to skip out on dinner, so Barry brought up a plate of food to me. He seemed like he understood, like he knew what I was going through. The fact is, no one understands. After you get sexually abused and wake up with blood on you, then you can understand. Until then, don't try. I knew he was just trying to be polite, but I didn't need someone as a support group. I've done fine on my own, thanks.

I looked out the window, pulling my knees to my chest, and resting my chin on them. I heard the door slam and two figures came out to the driveway. Ian was carrying a basketball, Mason following close behind. The two played for a while, I sat and smiled at the two being stupid and making each other fall.

After a while, it grew dark. I slowly got off the bench of the bay window and made my way down the hall way of the house. I needed to shower, badly. I got into the bathroom and turned the shower all the way to hot. I undressed and got inside. Immediately I started scrubbing my body down, it started growing red from the hot water sliding down my body. Ever since what happened with my father, I always felt the need to take blistering-hot showers to get the feeling away.

After finding the bathroom and taking my time in the shower, I got out and wrapped a towel around my figure. I looked at myself in the mirror, my body as red as a lobster. I was satisfied with the cleanliness of how I felt. Suddenly, it hit me. I had no clothes in here. I would have to walk back to my room in a towel.

I slowly crept down the hallway, in nothing but my towel. My feet made creaks as I walked about the darkness. I clutched the fabric in my hand, slowly making my way to my room.

Suddenly, I saw a tall figure standing at the end of the hallway. His head turned towards me, my face getting hot. He made his way over to me, and it wasn't until he got into the light that I saw, it was Mason.