Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 10 Part~1

Part One: Horrible

Sometimes, you yearn for the things you used to despise in life. Sometimes, you just wish to forget. You wish to disappear so you don't have to face the gruesome realities of life. Sometimes, you wish to die, and be thankful for it. Because the dead feels no pain, the dead seems so peaceful at times, though so lonely and heart wrenching when you're not going through the harsh realms of this world. If you weren't made in a way you could cope with it, why would God summon you unto it? I didn't know. And I didn't care, not anymore.

I was falling, hard. And I felt like there was no resistance, this time. I was being absorbed in the worst of feelings. Those..feelings, which lead to horrible, regretful conclusions. I was depressed. I yearned to sleep in every waking hour and happily welcomed the hunger that let me forget about my current situation.

I felt like I needed to cry, so hard, that my eyes start to bleed. My chest had this huge weight on itself which urged my tears to flow, finally, and release my inner pain. But i couldn't cry, I couldn't. Because somewhere within me, there was this voice, which told me to keep fighting. It sounded so naiive. So..unlike me. Yet, it was there, inside of me.

He'd gagged my mouth and I'd been tied to the bed for over two days now. Time seemed to go so slow. I felt so, so scared. So scared that I'd die this way. So scared of that rotting dead body of my sister lying beside me. So scared that I'd forget about her some day because of those drugs, I couldn't possibly avoid. Who was Darick? Somehow, I liked the sound of him, i remembered the smell of him, yet I didn't remember the importance he had in my life.

The door lock clicked, that voice nagging me at the back of my head. How I hated that sound it made..

He walked down in slow steps, finally coming in view, carrying a cigarette in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

He smiled cheekily and tossed the paper aside, coming towards the dead body.

'I..forgot she was here,' he scratched the back of his head, flashing a smile at me, 'Sorry,' He started dragging it towards the staircase and got out a black bag from one of the corners. He sat down near the body, took out an axe from the bag, and started chopping the body pieces so they'd fit in the relatively smaller bag. I started sobbing, my sobs coming in hiccups now. This was so..so horrible.

'Oh no..' I shrieked in between sobs and he turned towards me, giving me a clear view of one of her chopped-up arms.

'Oh, I forgot..you're afraid of this stuff,' he put down the axe and came towards me. I wiggled as much as i could, away from him, as he sat down merely three inches away from my body. I could see his hands covered in my sister's blood, his lustful eyes looking so devilish. So..Gruesome.

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The time ticked by as my depression started having a deeper effect on my brain. My heart painfully squeezed in my chest as I stared blankly at the blood covering the entrance, where once lied my sister's dead body. He was lying down beside me, humming a song i knew very well. It was his favourite, Death Angel.

'You can be so boring at times,' His eyes dug holes as he stared at my face and I stared at the stairs, still imagining him dragging her dead body up.

'Look at me,' He pleaded but I, somehow, didn't process his words. He turned my face round to look at him. He stared intently into my eyes, his hands slowly intertwining with mine. However, I felt numb and stared blankly at him. He moved closer, expecting a reaction that remained that way. My lips suddenly burned with a sensation of his lips, my heart jumped, my chest squeezed and I pushed him with all the force I had, away from me. He fell off the bed, bumping his head in the process. I cowered away to the farthest corner and stared at the spot from where I'd pushed him down.

He chuckled aloud.

Slowly, his figure came into view, brushing off the dust from his clothes, smirking.

'I understand all this is..alittle too fast for you, but don't you think this is the time? That this is the time we should be one?' Adrenaline rushed in my veins and I visibly shivered, forcing the tears back that were about to fall.

'I think you're just shy. But, it'd go away, you'd learn,' He smiled cheekily and started taking off his shirt. My heart thumped painfully in my chest, my stomach squeezed but I couldn't puke. My eyes stinged with more tears, forcing their way out. I snaked the duvet around my whole body, in order to cover myself, as if it'd give me some sort of protection, but it was the same as covering yourself inside a lion's cage with a shawl. He forcefully pulled the duvet off of me, throwing it aside and jumped on the bed. His hand slowly traced my arms, his eyes intensifying with lust.

'P-please,' I covered my arms but he tsked and pulled them away, and in a flash, tore my clothes apart.

This was it.

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