The carnage of the world
Deafens and blinds
I hear the door click shut again. I feel her hands, her fingers her body. Her lips most of all. Cruel, sensuous. But not to me. To me, they are merely cruel. Over and over again she whispers.
Who will believe you?
Who will believe you?
No one! I cry. No one! No one! No one!
I awake in cold sweat. My breathing shaky, heavy. My heart bashing against my ribcage, looking for an escape. My whole body quivers with it. I get up and rush to the bathroom. I splash water on my face, trying to wake up from this horrid nightmare. It follows me, an obsessive supplication. The marks on my neck are still there. So are the scratch marks on my back.
It will stay with me no matter what.
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"Rhys please talk to me after class." Says Mrs. Moore.
I've never had to talk to a teacher after class. I wonder why now. I haven't done anything wrong. I spend the rest of Ancient scared, dreading the talk, though I do not know why. Finally the bell rings the others go off to go home while I stayed in that room.
Mrs. Moore walks up to door and closes it drew up a seat in front of me. For a moment a paranoia engulfed me. What if she decided to lock the door. I was afraid. I realised. I was afraid she too will force me to my knees and whisper that no one will believe me.
"You are quiet in class." She says. "Is everything alright?'
I desperately wanted to say no.
"Yeah," I say instead. "It's just trying to balance Captaincy and the workload and family stuff. It's a bit stressing. I'm just tired that's all."
Amrinder's sister had been school Captain too. I wonder if she had these conversations with the teachers. I wonder if she made up the same excuses I did. I wonder why she didn't reach out.
"If it gets too hard, you know you can talk to anyone."
"Thanks, Miss, I appreciate your concern."
I left. Scared.
Not because of what happened. There was nothing scary about that. I was scared of what I had become. Because every single second in that room I had thought:
When is she going to make her move? When is she going to rape me?
I walked home, with the feeling of paranoia still etched within me. I feared what was behind every corner.
When I got home I noticed the stains on the collar of my shirt. The musky scent of the concealer filled my nose. What if mum finds out. I went hastily to the bathroom and furiously scrubbed my shirt, watching as slowly the stains faded till they were nothing but faint marks that could be passed off as sweat stains. I then applied a fresh coat of concealer.
I threw the shirt in the laundry and changed into shorts and a shirt. I walk into my room and open up The Tempest. But the words start dancing before my eyes and I can't concentrate.
"Hi sweetie"
I almost jump out of my bed only to find my mother dressed to the nines, her bronze curls perfectly done up.
"Hey, mum!"
"Just wanted to let you know that Dad and I are having a date night tonight while Aaron is having his."
"Sure mum, I'll just chill here."
"Remember-"
"Not to open the door unless its Mrs. Sarfraz or you guys. Don't worry I'm not a kid anymore."
She smiles, but it's a sad smile almost as if she wished I never grew up. I'll do you one better mum, sometimes I wish I'd never been born.
She leaves without saying a word. But suddenly I hear her cursing.
"Damn this concealer is running out fast!"
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Teen Fiction🌙 If he's going to be the death of me then that's how I want to go. ✨ ~~~ Rhys Heinlein and Salih Sarfraz are two ends of the spectrum of Students at St. Dominic's Senior All Boys, who would have guessed they were the best of friends. But when Sali...
