As soon as he closed the door, I stared at my hands. No matter what I do, he gets me in trouble...I thought, placing my thumb onto my skin. I'll start with small cuts, hoping he won't notice.. With my mind made up, I started slitting my skin. The blood started trickling down my thumb and arm. I started singing a few words from the song "Silent Scream" by Anna Blue as tears began pouring out of my eyes. The wound stung my arm, but I didn't care. I wanted to get away from Nate so badly. I wanted to go home, to see my family once again. Clenching my teeth, I scraped myself, trying not to think about Nate.
A moment later, my arms were covered in blood. Breathing heavily, I went to the bathroom to wash off, avoiding him. The sight of him made me cringe. I slipped inside, locking the door. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed. I'm a mess...I don't know what to do.....This is all my fault...I never should've asked Mom if I can go home walking...IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!! I started cutting my arm again.
He knocked on the door.
Alarmed and afraid, I looked at the door, my heart pounding against my chest. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I-I'm just washing up." I replied, trying to get him away from me. "You better not have the door locked..." Nate said as he walked away. Trembling, I looked down at the sink, scrubbing the blood off.
When I got downstairs, I told him that I wasn't hungry. Hearing that, he turned, asking me why.
"Just because." I replied, hiding my cutting arms. Nate narrowed his eyes, focusing on my arms and asked me what I was hiding behind me. "N-nothing, why?" I backed up, glancing back, hoping not to fall down. Reaching out for me, he grabbed my left arm, and was shocked by what I've done.
"Care to explain yourself?" He asked, frowning at me.
I bit my lip.
"I'm not stupid, Anna. You cut yourself, didn't you?!" He yelled as he shoved me to the ground. I looked up. "Yea, I did!! You got a problem with that?!" I stood up, pissed off.
Clenching his teeth, Nate started unbuckling his belt and started whipping my side. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!! NATE, PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!!" I cried out loud. He continued to ignore me and my pleas. The leather belt slapped against my thighs, my sides burning. I couldn't take it anymore. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR CUTTING YOURSELF, ANNA! NEVER, AND I MEAN NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!! UNDERSTAND?!" He bellowed, forcing me to look at him. I refused to say anything. "Understand? " Nate growled. His eyes were filled with rage as I forcefully nodded, tears streaming down my face.
The next day, during lunch, I sat down with Brandon, Derek, and Nicole. "What happened to you?!" Derek exclaimed, pointing at the marks Nate gave me. I was restricted to answer them for fear that Nate would beat me. "N-nothing happened. Really.." I replied back, hoping not to draw attention towards me.
A hand slammed on the table, making me flinch.
"Well well, what have we here?" Jennifer asked me, her eyes fixed on the scars on my arms. "Go away!" I yelled, turning away. "Leave me alone!!" I got up to go to the bathroom and slung my backpack over my shoulder, rubbing my arms.
"Hey, Angelica!! Wait up!" I heard Brandon running up to me. I looked back. He was bent over, panting. "I-I wanted to give you my number during lunch, but you left." He scribbled a few numbers on a scrap of paper then gave it to me. I tried to refuse it.
"I-I can't..." I told him, my eyes glancing at the fence.
"Please take it. Call me if you want, ok? Besides, what could go wrong?"
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Horror"All I wanted was to go home. I just wanted to be able to see my family again, knowing that I'm ok." A young girl gets kidnapped on the way home and is forced to live with a stranger. She is never allowed to do anything, except watch the t.v and eat...
