Found You

Found you Chapter 3

 Chapter 3

Jackson

          Her story was so sad. Now I know why she cries in her sleep sometimes. Every time I came in to her room I could smell the tinniest hint of rust and salt but thought nothing of it. She cried every night in her sleep. When she hurt a lot, she would cry into her sleep. I felt so helpless when she told me her story. Her story didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but I was going to ask questions in the end. All my questions were answered though out her story. Now what didn’t make sense was why she didn’t tell anyone.

          Her story started out like any other. She woke up from what she called a nightmare at about 6; she got in the shower, and then lay on the bed for a while. After a few minutes she got up, and got dressed. She wore a pair of white short that fit around her long thin legs perfectly, and a dark blue shirt. She then dried her hair, got her bag and left her house. She walked the 8 blocks to school, and went to class. Nothing happened at school. It happened on her walk home. There was only one other kid that waked home the way she did, so she got a little suspicious when about 11 kids started to fall in line with her. About half the way to her house there is an alley. She didn’t like that way but, it was a short cut to her house and she wanted to go home.

          Half way into the alley way, someone called her name. She tried to ignore it, but then the voice got louder, and louder. She turned around really quick and was hit in the face with a rock. She then fell to the ground when about 10 more rocks hit her body. Most aimed at her face. After she fell to the ground she covered her face with her hands. Then she showed us her hands. They were cut up, and had dry blood on them.

          They kept throwing rocks at her tell she passes out. Then she woke when someone kicked her in the face. Then most of the people, who had thrown rocks at her, started kicking her. She didn’t shed one tear though, because she knew that was what they wanted. When it all stopped, she looked up to see one of the most popular girls in school standing in front of her with a video camera in her hands. She had a smile on her face. Then she kicked Lily in the face, and Lily blacked out again.

          She woke up about an hour later with her cloths thrown behind the dumpster. It took her a while to find them, but when she did, she put them on and walked home. She took a shower, cleaned her cuts, and got dressed. She put on a ton of makeup to try and cover up most of the bruises and cuts on her face. She went to bed with no dinner and cried for hours. She fell asleep crying. Now we were caught up.

          Then I started to look at her. She had tears streaming down her face. I was a little surprised when she turned around almost a quick as lighting, and hugged me. She cried into my shoulder for over 30 minutes. When she had stopped she looked really embarrassed. “Sorry, I just needed to get that out. Thanks for being really understanding.” “Anytime.” Just like it was on command, her stomach started rumbling.

          “Um, Sorry, I guess I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten in hours.” “No that’s fine. You should eat anyway. We have a week’s journey ahead of us.” I thought she would be happy to get away from all this. But she just looked sad. “So you’re still going to take me.” She said it like she knew the answer already. She looked like she was about to cry again. “Yes. Don’t you want to be taken away from all this?” She just looked sad again. “No” was all she said. As she said it, a tear escaped her eye. I wiped it away.

          “Don’t touch me please.” She then moved away from me. “I need to get dressed. Do you guys mind?” “No,” The voice came from Philip “We don’t.”  “Of course you don’t. Why would you?” With that she got up, and went to her pile of clothes in the corner. Still limping, but not as bad. Barely noticeable.

          She started to take her jacket off her back, which was covered in bruises just 45 minutes ago and now is a little yellow with some light blue and purple spots here and there. What was going on?   At first I thought that she had blond hair and it was on her back, but I noticed that her long waist length hair was over her shoulder and it was brown. I heard her gasp when she turned around and she noticed all of us looking at her with the “What the hell” look on. “What happened to your back? The bruises on your back are almost all gone.” Then I looked at the rest of her body. There were barely any real bruises left. “What’s going on?” I asked her. “You have you’re secrets, and I have mine.” She said quickly getting dresses and heading down stairs, toward the kitchen.