Are You Virgin?

My Last Day Normal

"Blood Mare!" One taunts.
"Bloody Mary kills again! Its no wonder you have no parents." Another hisses.
"Who could want a daughter like you?" A third practically spits at me.
"Rot in Hell, bloody bitch!" The leader all but screams at me.
"Or you could leave her alone and go back to your chores you bloody children! Shoo! Git out of here before I take you to a blood house. I ought to for all those sinners words! Thats right, you whores! Git!"
I knew that voice anywhere. I hid my smirk as the footsteps of my tormentors faded. For all their words and petty little fights, they sure were pathetic. But it never seemed to change.
"Whores? Don't you think thats just a little harsh on them? They may be fake and very bitchy excuses for girls, but even for you that's pretty extreme language Sister Suzana," I commented, watching as their silhouettes disappeared around the next cobbled archway.
"They bully you relentlessly, scream names in your face, trip you in the halls and go out of their way to get you in trouble for everything, yet the only thing you concern yourself with is my use of language?! You truly are one of a kind," Sister Suzana remarked with an amused gleam in her eyes.
She held out a gloved hand and I took it, hoisting myself up off the dusty cobblestone walkway. Before I could even blink, I was engulfed in a bone crushing bear hug. That's the thing about Suzana; for such a thin, petite woman she sure has strength. That is the very reason no one dares to piss her off. They say she gives harsh punishments, but I wouldn't know seeing as she has never punished me herself and I never knew why.
"Oof, Suzana! I can't breathe," I choked out from being smushed up against her. She released me from her iron grip and took a good, long look at me.
"You're thinner then I remember. Taller now, though I liked you better when you were short and small. You've lost that childish glow to yourself, that's good. All those nosy towns people should leave you be since you turn eighteen tomorrow. And you seem to have grown into a fine young woman," She replies, studying me a moment longer before releasing me. She's one of the few people that I would call an adversary, seeing as I don't really do friends.
"You were gone for quite a long time. Where to?" I asked curiously.
"Shhhhhh!" She hissed, her finger against her lips as a warning to stay quiet. She gave me a warning glance as she motioned me to follow her out of the open streets. I remained silent as I followed her down the slate coloured walkway, a questioning look on my face.
I glanced around the streets as we stopped at the corner. As far as I could see there were no people walking around. Empty streets, lined with dark lamp posts and old brick buildings. A few of them were stone buildings, with grand archways or pillared columns around the entrance. These buildings had truly been around forever, withstanding the winds of change and storms of time.
Glancing upwards, I looked for any open windows or figures behind the glass. Still I saw nothing out of the ordinary. The rooftops were mostly flat, with the exception of some of the storefront signs that extended up in their designs. There also were a few shop signs that hung out over the walkways for passersby to read.
The street however had a few people going by on saddled horses or in carriages, but no one looked overly suspicious or shady. Just the farmers stopping by on their way back home, loading their tools on their old, rickety wooden carts; noblemen going by with their families in their extravagant carriages or lone men riding by quickly, most likely late for some previous agreed upon meeting.
I did however note that the sun was nearing the horizon as we went along, casting long shadows over the alleyways. But there was nothing unusual or strange. So why was Suzana acting so crazy all of the sudden? It was eerie, and it scared me just a little.
The streets grew emptier as she guided us farther away from the better parts of town, soon turning off of the main streets altogether. Twisting and turning through a maze of alleys and small streets, expertly weaving her way across the passages until I couldn't even recognize where we were.
"Suzanna, wherever are you taking me? The orphanage is the other way and I have no idea where we are!" I called to her. That eerie feeling was beginning to build up in my stomach and had started to get to me. Even I knew being on the streets, especially in this part of town was dangerous, even more so since we were two women.
For you see, in those days women had very little rights and our role in society was very biased and basic. We had almost no say, and when we did it was over stupid things. To most men we were nothing more that property, something to own for their own purposes. And dark men ruled this world.
Eventually we made it to an old brick building, wedged in between a small school house and a local tavern. Even so, the cobbled streets remained empty, and I had seen no one else out here for quite a while now, making me uneasy. I just knew we weren't supposed to be here, but I need to know what's gotten into Suzanna. She's a sensible woman, so it must be something important if we had to come all the way here.
Let's just make one thing very clear. When I was a teenager, I wasn't always the best decision maker. Well, I suppose I was always this way. But if I had just decided right then and there that enough was enough and demanded I be taken back to the orphanage, maybe this wouldn't have happened. But the young are often reckless and brave, putting up faces and shaking off their fears. It's exactly what I did in that moment.
A flicker above me caused me to whip my head around, to see an antique oil lamp up above us. Looking down the one way street we were on I noticed that there were a few lamps just like this one distanced across the narrow road. Between them, there were huge dark patches and it was then that I realized how dark it had gotten. This particular lamp however was struggling to stay lit, flame flickering but I could not find any reason as to why. While examining it, I could swear that there was a small little form on the lid of the lamp, but the flickering and the lengthening shadows of night caused me to shake my head and brush this crazy thought from my mind. And when I looked again, there was nothing there and I decided it was my mind playing tricks on me.
"Suzana, it's getting late and I really think we sho-" I stopped mid-sentence as I turned around to find I was now alone. She was gone, but the door to the brick building was partially ajar. And now I had a very bad feeling about this all. But as much as I wanted to, I simply could not leave Suzana here alone. Wherever 'here' was anyways. So, looking at the building one last time, I gulped nervously and walked up the dusty stone steps to the scratched up wooden door and slowly pushed it open. As I stepped inside the darkened entry and took a look around, the door instantly slammed shut causing me to jump a little. And I swear that it locked itself behind me.