You weren't here for the past few days. And I've never felt more at peace.
I sat there in the last lesson which was English and thought about how I hadn't seen you all day. Then I thought how happy I was that you weren't here torment me.
Or so I thought.
The bell rang and I was the first one to leave the class. I had to see George. I found Stephen and hugged him, thanking him for everything he's done for me. He was going to ask me what's wrong but his mum was calling him from her car so he pulled me close and then left. I pulled my phone out of my backpack and plugged my headphones, blasting my favourite album. I text George letting him know I was on my way over because I haven't seen him the same amount of days I haven't seen you.
I should've known you were behind me. Following me. I should not have got comfortable and I should've looked behind me. I'm about five minutes away from George's place when you threw me into an alleyway. No one saw. No one was there but you.
No one ever saw what you did to me.
You stood over me and walked over to me with a limp. Were you hurt? Then you came into focus and I saw you had a black eyes and a cut on the cheek that seemed to be healing.
You start hitting me on every area you could find. I was pretty sure you broke something. You kept hitting me. I tried to hit back but you pinned my hands above my head, the dirty cement floor clings onto me, and you try punching my face but I manage to release my hands and hold them up to my face. You pull my hair and throw my head back onto the floor, causing immense pain to shoot through my neck.
I remembered everything you did. I remember what you said when I asked you why you were doing this. You told you you wanted to send my boyfriend a message, I repeated why were you doing this to me and you crouch down and say that George had found you and beat you. Intense pain crushed my mind. Crushed my body. You rummage through my bag and find pills and ask me what these are for. You think I'm a junkie like George. I'm not. I swear to you I'm not. I say that my Xanax is for my anxiety and my Valium was for my depression. You told me I don't need them and you walked off with them and I let the pain go away by passing out.
