Zero

2 ( almost rape mention)

I woke up in the middle of the night to someone making there way towards me. I quickly grabbed the knife sitting next to me and stood up.

"Who the hell are you?" I said wide eyed.

"You first princess." The man said.

He sounded happy to see me, and he looked like a pedophile. He had very little hair and a evil smile plastered on his face, every inch of him reeked of predator. He had a thick long mustache above his top lip, and big black framed glasses that went down to the middle of his dry, pale cheeks. He was a rather skinny man about 125 to 130 pounds, he had almost no muscle, I could take him, easy.

"I'm not telling you my name till you tell me yours" I said, aggressively.

"Well if that's how it's gonna be, it's mark." He said, with that stupid, creepy grin still set on his face.

"Zero." I replied, still pointing the knife in his direction, level with his nose.

"What do you want." I demanded, already knowing full well that he wants me.

"Oh sweetheart I want to do all sorts of things, so why don't you hand over your knife, and we can have some fun together-

"How about I drive this here knife right between your eyes."

There was a moment of silence when suddenly he came right at me and tackled me to the floor. It was so quick and out of nowhere I didn't know how to react, so just stood there.

He was now on top of me. His knees where on either side of my thighs trying to pin me down, when I swung my arm with the knife up to his head. He was quicker than I thought and grabbed my arm and pinned it above my head along with the other. Tears of frustration and fear started to roll down my face as I struggled against his grip, trying to break free, he was a lot stronger than I originally thought. I heard his belt buckle being undone and immediately started sobbing uncontrollably and panicking.

I gave one hard thrust up with my hips and managed to knock him of me. I hurriedly got to my feet, knife still in hand, when I felt a warm hand grasp my ankle. I quickly stomped on his wrist with my other foot, and heard a loud groan in agony as I ran toward the ladder. I scrambled down the ladder as quickly as possible and ran toward the door, I grabbed my bag and swung it around my shoulder, grabbed my guitar, and ran as far and as fast as I could through the thick dark forest.

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I've been running for god knows how long, when I finally collapsed on the dead leaves of the forest floor,  out of exhausted and realized it was raining. Now I'm wet and very, very cold. I huddled myself into a ball and started to shiver uncontrollably, I then broke down and started to sob. Now I'm cold, alone, and scarred. I just wanted someone I could trust to hold me right now, but it seems like I can't trust anyone anymore. Why me, after everything that has happened, why is this all happening to me, why am I not good enough, why won't anyone just love me. At that thought I started to cry harder and louder, at this moment I wanted to die.

I felt myself starting to get fatigued, at this point everything was numb, I knew if I went to sleep I might never wake up. I then heard gunshots off in the distance, I became even more scared, as if that was possible, and sober even louder.

Suddenly a group of men appeared hovering above me. My breathing was at 1000 miles per hour, and my eyes beamed out pure terror. I couldn't stop crying and my limbs were limp and numb and frozen. I started to have a panic attack, I didn't know what to, when a very tall man kneeled down in front of me.

He had black slicked back hair and chocolate colored eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket and grey jean, pants. He had on one leather glove on his right hand and was holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. He was very intimidating, and had sort of a long face.

He had a look of sadness in his eye,like he was concerned. I wanted to back away but I couldn't move,what if he wanted to do bad things to me to.

He reached out his hand to touch my face, and I flinched back in fear.

"No,no, no, please-

"Shhhh, it's alright sweetheart I'm not gonna hurt you." He said in a soothing voice.

He cupped my cheek in his hand and wiped away a tear with his thumb. "We're gonna get ya out of here, okay? I'm Negan by the way."

"Simon, bring the car around, will ya. And take these." He said taking my guitar, gently removing my back pack of me, and taking my knife that was held loosely in my hand.

An older man approached. He had gray receding hair, and a gray thick mustache set of top his lip. It reminded me of the other man, mark, who I saw about an hour ago. This made a sob escape my mouth. The man Negan handed the other man my 6 picker and pack. He took it left into the darkness.

A couple of minutes later a car pulled up and Simon came out with a blanket, and handed it to Negan.

"Here you go, sweetheart." He said and wrapped the blanket over my shoulders.

He then put his arm under my neck and the other under my legs, he picked me up close to his chest bridal style. I put my head on his chest and was still sobbing uncontrollably. He put me in the back of his black SUV and sat down next to me. Simon, and another man got into the front of the car. Simon turned the car on and put the heat up all the way as I pulled the blanket as close to my freezing wet body as possible. The other man in the passenger seat handed Negan some towels.

"here let's get you warmed up" he said as he wrapped the towel around my small, frail form. My crying had turned to unsteady breaths.

I was having trouble staying awake, and felt myself drifting of. I felt weak, dehydrated, hungry, and tired, I was vaunrable and I hated that.

"hey, don't go to sleep on me now." He said. " you thirsty, here drink some water sweetheart." And with that he pulled out a water bottle and tried to hand it to me.

I tried to reach for it but I couldn't pick up my arm. I whined and started to cry again out of frustration and thirst.

"Hey, shhh, its ok, here." He then unscrewed the cap and tilted my head forward, and Let me drink. I drank about half the bottle.

"We've got a doctor who could help you out back home, alright, everything gonna be fine just stay awake for me, ok? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" He asked. I nodded my head in compliance.

"What's your name" He asked

"I... I-" I took an uneasy breath and started to cry again. I was to scared and weak to talk.

"It's ok baby, shhh, stop crying. You don't have to tell me anything right now ok, it's ok." He reached his arm over and started to rub comforting circles on my back. I calmed down at his touch.