Love, lies and secrets

Chapter 1

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1 month before the concert*

I heared the breaking of glass and heard many different footsteps. I closed my eyes and prayed that they would not come into your room but, they did and you tried to see who and what they were doing but even though the light was on I couldn't see a thing.

They lifted me up and out of my house.

Maybe five or ten minutes later I could feel I was being lowered and put on the cold hard ground which I assume is an alleyway.

A few seconds later I felt my shirt being lifted slowly. They didn't remove it completely just lifted the back part which left my back completely exposed.

I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my back, I try to escape but fail so I stop struggling as struggling seems to make everything feel more painful that it originally was.

After I felt they had finished I pulled my shirt down and walked back to my house.

As I neared I felt really weak and everything started to blur ahead of me I internally shouted at myself to stay awake, I did this by focussing in my anger, I mean who wouldn't when they had just been used as a cutting board. (I felt it was a knife a few minutes after they had started carving me).

*later that evening*

After I had cleaned myself up and got into bed I wondered why they would do that to me then I remembered back in January when the term started,

~flashback~

You just walked into class and you heard people talking about you, you heard a guy named of Matthew said to Georgia,

"Look if you can get her to speak I'll pay you R1000 (sorry I am a South African so I am using our currency)"

"Hahahahaha, I would, or could never do it, she is like a rock."

I also heard many other sorts of bets to try and get me to speak but never did.

One day this guy named Nick moved to the school and everyone thought I liked him for some reason and they told him that if he took me out on a date and got me to say something then they would give him all the betting money.

He did, a week later and I rejected him.

I suspect that's why they did it, just to get back at me because they lost alot of money to people that said i wouldn't speak.

~present time~

I wake up to my parents calling my name and telling me we have to go or we will be late for whatever we have to go to so I jump up grabbed a pair of sweats, shirt, underwear and my favorite jumper and run to the bathroom to go and take a shower.

After that I grab my meds and run to the car (I carry them in separate briefcases and bring them along everywhere).

I decide I feel like a nap because I lost a lot of blood and am really tired from having to walk home so I fall asleep to the soft sound of my parents talking and the radio playing.

*1 hour later*

I wake up to the sound of people screaming and I sit up just in time to see us collide into another car.

It feel like everything is going in slo-mo.

The car drives into the other car with everyone screaming.

The force of being driven into.

The sound of bones being broken.

I see my parents and brothers bodies go limp.

Then I see all of the blood.

I gasp.

I sit there in complete and utter shock.

I took one last mental picture and I run, ran all the way back home even though it took a few hours. Run into my room, changed my clothes and grab the rest. I search the house for any money which I take and never look back.