the scorch

((2))him.

this chapter contains triggering subjects, such as rape and thoughts of suicide. if you are NOT comfortable with that, please, skip this chapter.
this is not meant to fantasize rape, by the way, it's supposed to show it it destroys a person.

axle grabbed my hand and we got up from the table. we started walking towards the room were the gladers sleep. "axle, shouldn't we be with the others?" i asked. "it's fine, winter. calm down." he opened the door and allowed me in first. when i stepped in, the door shut softly behind me.
suddenly i got pushed onto a random mattress. i felt the springs dig into my back as axle climbed on top of me.

okay warning here!! please skip if you don't want to hear this.

"a-axle?" i mumbled. "shhh.. settle down winter. it's fine."
fine. a word that would horribly describe the situation. fine. as in "it's okay, i'm just gonna force you to do this with me."
he pulled my shirt over my head. "axle, stop!" i said. i wanted to scream but the door was tightly shut, so my cries for help wouldn't get through. "shut it." he mumbled as he tried to take my bra off. "AXLE! STOP!" i screamed at the top of my lungs. i started to kick and scratch him. i even bit his hand that kept trying to caress my cheek. he took his pants off and took mine off. i just let the tears roll down my cheek. i lost all of my power. i just let him.
with each thrust and little bit of innocence was dragged out of my body.
i know what i was gonna do when this was over.
i knew it.

okay it's done now

he got off of me and got dressed. he just left me there. broken. destroyed. i couldn't do this anymore.
i just sat there for about 20 minutes and sobbed into the random glader's pillow. i didn't care. if they knew what happened to me they wouldn't either.
i got up and got dressed. i got my bag and walked out of the room. "hey winter!" bailey said to me. I just smiled back, and walked faster. "where are you going?" he asked. "im gonna take a shower." i said.
"oh okay."

i turned the shower on and sat down on the floor. i still had my clothes on, and they were getting heavier the more the water poured on me. i looked down and used my finger to trail a straight line down my arm.
i grabbed my blade.
full of stains from when me and lil chuckie would cut plants together. he'd give me the prettiest flowers and i'd make him a flower crown. i'd see him soon.
i lined the blade up with my left arm, and dragged it down, digging it into my skin. quickly grabbing it with the other hand, i dragged it on my right arm. watching the fresh, clear water turn red as some sort of flower.
a rose.
that was my last thought as i layed my head on the bathroom floor.
slowly dying.

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this chapter was so sad to write..honestly