Saving Rya

Feeling down

I reach out in the dark feeling along the edge of my wall for my lamp. Finally finding it, I gasp quietly as the light shines in my dull eyes.

Looking around I see my cracked 4s phone on my bedside table and grab it checking the time so I can make it to school.

6:30 am it reads on the lock screen, gently I place my phone back down and sit up. Morning after pain wrenches in my 'princess parts' and I whimper willing it to pass.

I stand up my legs shaking horribly in the early hour of the morning. I look up into my grimy small mirror above my bedside table. My eyes are red-rimmed and outlined with dark bags underneath.

I quickly go into the bathroom and put some basic makeup on double checking it in my phone camera before leaving the bathroom.

Once done I dress in school uniform, grab two pieces of whole meal bread and walk out the door with my shoulder bag. Gripping it tightly I start the four kilometres walk to school.

By the time I arrive at ascension, the school is empty and the car park is completely devoid of cars. I look up to see the beautiful sunrise in the distance and grin widely spinning around with my arms out.

I twirl in circles around the fields as it is still partly early for people to be here. I need to be here before HE wakes up though so I make sure to leave the house in plenty of time.

Reaching into my pocket, where the bread had been placed I bite into the soft texture my mouth moulding to the size. I laugh the sound coming out before I can stop it, more laughter tumbles out of my mouth as I bite into the bread.

I am happy to be free of him punishment when I can get it so possibly today will be a good day. I skip to my class when the bell rings and before the halls are filled with tardiness kids trying to make it to class on time.

I push the door open silently peering into my first class. Walking across the carpeted floor I walk over to the desk closest to the only window. Cheerfully I sit down and wait silently as the class fills up.

My art teacher Mr Machon walks into the noisy class putting him right hand up to end the silence immediately. He goes to the front of the board and writes our tasks up for today, then sits at his desk typing away on his laptop.

Our task today is to draw someone that means everything to us. So I start to draw. His facial lines appear across the page, before adding his chocolate warmed eyes and quirky smile. His floppy hair hangs just over his eyes giving him a cowlick on his forehead.

His cute nose is added before I shade his face in, his dark eyebrows bring a shade of sadness to him which I had never seen in him before.

Even in death, he smiled until the casket buried him five feet in the ground. I remember when I was about two he used to carry me around on his shoulders just to show me off as his baby sister.

Or when I was five he brought me to his first game of soccer and he scored his first goal I clapped so loud my hands became numbed with pins and needles.

Before I realise tears have peppered the paper in a sopping mess and the pencil has run all over the place. I gasp and fall onto the floor. My chair screeches back as I put my head against the chair and try to slow down my breathing.

Suddenly I get up and walk out of the classroom and into the hall running to get to the bathroom in time. My Mary Janes thud against the panelled floor loudly and I run faster into the toilet.

Gasping I try to pull down my skirt but the zip is stuck on my top quickly I try to force it down but the zip is stuck and I cry in anguish.

Dancing around the toilet I lift my skirt up and pull my knickers down trying to sit down before I have an accident.

I don't make it though and I cry as the pee streams down my knickers and legs onto the tiled floor underneath. My bottom half is now covered in pee and I am stuck at school in the girls toilets with no one to call for help.

What do I do?

I knew I should have gone out of the class earlier to go but I wanted to finish my picture of Mase before class ended and I thought I could hold on.

Clearly not.

Tears of embarrassment slip down my face as I bawl like a baby. When I move around slightly I feel a crinkle of paper in my skirt pocket.

Wondering what it is and having nothing better to do I pull it out.

On it, it has a randoms number but underneath the writer has said that they didn't mean to trip me yesterday and that I could have their number if I ever need someone.

Knowing it was the only thing I could do I pulled my phone out of the other side and called the number.

"Hello", a man says softly on the other end. "Who is this".

"Hey", I sob into the phone. The guy recognises my voice and he instantly asks if I need help.

Stuttering I gasp out. "I-I had a a-accident in my p-pants".

"Hey baby girl, sshhhh", he coos.
"Where are you".

"At school in the girls bathroom", I sob loudly".

"Ok princess, I'm on my way".

"What is the name of your school?"
He asks gently.

"Ascension high", I say quietly.
He says okay then hangs up.

I wait for about twenty minutes or so before a knock sounds outside the girls bathroom.

I call out I'm in here and he comes in to the bathroom.

"Which toilet sweetie"? He coos.

"The middle one", I cry my tears streaming down my face of the fear of a stranger changing me.

He knocks and I unlock the door he walks in with not much room and looks down at me gently.

"Everyone has accidents sometimes" he says pulling me into his arms. He then sits me on the toilet sit and looks up at me searching for a answer if he is allowed to change me.

I nod sadly and he looks up at me sympathetically before focusing on the task at hand. He undoes the zip caught on my top and takes my skirt off, once off he puts it to the side before peeling my soaked panties off my legs.

The smell hits me and I whimper in embarrassment. He pats my leg gently before getting some supplies out of the bag he brought with him.

He wipes me gently with a baby wipe and then lifts my bum up. With a surprise I look down to see him putting a thick padded diaper on me.

Whimpering I try to pull away but he holds my legs up with his hand. He powders my bottom then tapes the sides up. I try to push him away but he slaps my bottom causing me to flinch and stop moving.

After he puts the sopping wet panties and partly wet skirt in a plastic bag before pulling me out of the bathroom and to his car.

"I have to go back to class", I tell him whimpering.

"No, you can't baby girl", he says softly.

"I need to wash your clothes for you so people don't see".

He places me in the back of the car in a car seat with a bottle of milk. He tells me to drink it up and drives off.