The Love of a Stranger

SOS, Please Someone Help Me

I lay there helplessly on the wooden floor, there was nothing I could do. I had left my phone at home so there was no way I could contact anyone, the windows were heavily boarded up preventing light from getting in and me getting out. I kept thinking about what Scott said. It repeatedly echoed in my mind.

You're a waste of space.

He doesn't even care that you're gone.

I clutched my head begging the voices to stop. It was driving me insane, but what if he was right? What if Dan doesn't care about me? What if I was just a waste of space to him?

Tears strolled down my face as I sobbed my way through the night. Ever since Scott put me in this godforsaken room I've had no contact with anyone, not even Scott. He didn't show his face, I assumed he went out to get drunk and beat up more girls that were just as helpless as I was.

"Dan, I need you right now." I sobbed staring up at the ceiling just hoping that there just might be a small chance of him hearing me.

I jumped when the front door was kicked open making dust from the ceiling gently float down to the ground. I froze begging that he wouldn't come in, but I guess begging just wasn't enough. As I suspected he was drunk. He hadn't forgot about me - although I wish he had. It took him 5 minutes to get the key through the key hole. I was thankful for these drunken 5 minutes for I was able to prepare myself for whatever burden was destined upon me. I shuffled myself over to the back corner and tucked my knees in hiding myself in the dark. He eventually opened the door and searched around the room looking for me, barely keeping his balance.

"Oi! You b-itch." He slurred, burping mid-sentence. I hid my face. Not realising he had found me he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. My body was too weak too defend myself and I dangled there like I was his puppet. I suffered punch after punch, slap after slap and kick after kick. Multiple times have I screamed hoping someone walking past would hear me, multiple times have I begged the torture to stop and every time I asked he'd ignore me and answer me with a punch. It would've been an understatement if I said I hated this fucker.

When he got bored he threw me down to the floor and walked out without a second glance. Blood poured out from every single wound, tears rolled down the side of my face, I lay there lifeless on the floor which by this point I had given up all hope. I constantly kept thinking about Dan. I realised how much I loved him and how I longed to be back is arms again. I needed to know if he thought the same way. I missed him so much.

Weeks had went by within a blink of an eye. I rarely ate, mainly because of the fact that Scott had forgotten to feed me. I rarely slept, my bruised body prevented me from sleeping comfortably, plus I was deeply depressed. It became a routine for Scott to go out, get drunk then come back and beat me mercilessly until I was black and blue. Never in my entire life have I wished more to be dead. Death seemed to be my only escape right now, it was like Death himself was standing in the corner convincing me to just walk over to him and give him my life. Wow depression sucks. I wanted to be at peace and I wanted to be free from this hell, but I decided that, whatever the circumstance, I wasn't going to take that option.

The room I was being held captive in was falling to pieces probably just like the rest of this house. Bits of wood ripped out of the wall, dripping pipes hung from the ceiling and the sides of the couches were ripped to shreds. I needed to get out of here. I steadily stood up but I nearly collapsed as my knees buckled from underneath me. It took every bit of energy in me to walk over to the other side of the room. I don't know what I was going to do or what my plan was but for now my main objective was to rip the piece of wood that was already hanging off the wall. I took hold of the piece of wood, I didn't care about splinters right now, the pain was nothing compared to how Scott had been treating me. I focused on putting my weight into my back and pulled as hard as I could. I stopped to take a breath, I repeated these steps 4 or 5 times and each time I did I could hear the wood split. I was so close, this was my only shot at freedom and I couldn't give up now. I gave it one final pull, and it broke free. For the first time in a while a smile spread across my face. Right, I didn't actually think I was going to get this far.

I heard the front door open and in stomped Scott. Although, he wasn't drunk this time. It took him less than a couple of seconds to unlock the door. I sprinted to the other side of the door and hid behind it. The door opened slowly, Scott hadn't noticed me yet. He walked over to where I would usually be hiding to receive my evening abuse and as soon as he realised I wasn't there, I delivered a hard blow to the back of the head. Instantly he was knocked out and his heavy body fell the ground nearly breaking the floorboards. I stared at his motionless body with blood dripping from his bald head. Was he dead? I didn't know and I didn't care. I didn't actually think this was going to work. My body was tired now, but I needed to push on, I was so close to freedom.

Breathing in fresh air had never felt so good. My body, which was just skin and bones, weakly ran down the street. My bare feet slapping against the concrete ground and the wind pushed the hair out of my face. When I reached the end of the street I had forgotten which way to go, I just guessed my way back. It was just my luck that the police happened to drive by, I managed to gain their attention and they pulled over. They recognised me immediately which took me by surprise and they called for back-up and an ambulance. I told them that Scott's unconscious body was lying on the floor of his house. I couldn't wait for that bastard to be brought down. I was driven to the hospital by an ambulance and was put into the intensive care unit where for the first time I had seen myself. Scarred, battered and bruised. My hollow eyes stared back at me, my bones showed through, my pale cheeks were blood-stained as well as my clothes. I was given a shitload of painkillers and anaesthetics. Finally I had the peace and comfort I had been dreaming of, but there was thing, or more rather one person, that I was missing...Dan.