"You keep my on the edge of my seat, I bite my tongue so you don't hear me.." I murmured along to the song playing from my ear-bud, slowly walking along the back-way from the school, my hoodie over my head. Another pointless and bullshit-like day from the 'jail' I was supposed to call school. We had metal-detectors, see-thru backpacks and worst of all, no privacy. The walk to and from school was all I had to myself. I didn't own a car, but barely had a license. I had to, I guess- I was a permitted adult.
The alley was normally quiet, distant from really anyone else. No one ever came this way. So, I was all good to go. I hummed lightly, a cool breeze from the autumn wind brushing my cheek and making my teeth chatter. Yet I kept murmuring to myself, "I can't remember the last time someone asked me how I was. Last I checked I was a f.... wreck-" A quick snap of a twig made my swing around, nothing was there but I was just timid.
I was just scaring myself.
"Chill out," I reminded myself, tucking my dark brown hair away from my eyes.
I was almost to the end, but I heard another snap, and kept walking. My imagination.
But it came again.
And another...
This was no imagination.
I couldn't turn around.
My footfalls increased and so did my pursuer, and soon we were both running.
Then, of course my usual-self kicked in and I tripped over a broken bottle of beer. My hands reaching out as I crashed to the ground, landing on the broken shards and feeling the splitting pain. Suddenly someone was on top of me, a male, pressing me down. "Not a word or I'll shoot."
Something heavy, something hard, was pressed against the back of my neck- my hair stood on end. "Get down!" A harsh yell sounded into my ear.
"Please," I whispered, begging, and the gun was pressed further in.
Public school around here.
I felt him going for the front of my school skirt uniform, tugging at it and pulling it down. This wasn't happening. I couldn't be raped. Not now. Not through all the trauma I had been through. Maybe I wanted to die though, maybe If I screamed he would. Maybe I'd be peaceful. But now wasn't my time- something was telling me.
My hand was gushing as I curled my fingers into my palm. My pursuers stomach was on my back. I let out a blood-curling scream, though nothing had happened... Yet. But I wasn't waiting around.
The gun's butt came down over the back of my head- I was dizzy, my vision hazy, and soon I was out.
