Buried in your Heart

Veronica - I hate my life

It is frigid outside, but Molly was obdurate this time. She abhorred me. And Dad wasn't going to do anything about it. So that was it. I fell onto the steps of my front door, landing on my side. Molly flung my bag rashly into the air like the total bitch she was. As I quailed, I saw my bag flying onto the ground, a few feet stranded away from my reach. I hate the audacity she had. And I hated how she was extremely impudent.

"Don't you dare come back." Molly said, her voice in an astringent growl.

After which, the door banged shut and my fate pertaining to my household was sealed. Dad gave a careless wave from the window of the upper storey, incontrovertibly not comprehending the gravity of my plight. Without much of a choice, I gawkily rose and staggered towards my forlorn Cotton On bag. I swung it around my right shoulder and sauntered towards the gate, never returning.

At least for now.

Gosh, it's chilly and all I have on is a maroon sweatshirt and my yoga pants. My yoga pants?! What the.. oh god. It is too late to get back in there to grab a reasonable pair of pants. I swear I'm never going to humiliate myself like this again. Let's hope that circumstances don't waver my steadfastness.

I traipsed the pavement of a vibrant New York City, thinking about what I should do next. Okay, so Mom died three years ago and Dad married Molly last year and ever since, I have never been happy. I started hating everything; Molly and her ruthless comments, her cruel attempts to chase me out of the house, Dad being such a helpless kitten with Molly wearing the pants in their stupid relationship and most of all, myself. I stopped smiling often, I cried to sleep, I prayed like an enslaved prisoner and I became way thinner. All of this shit had come into a whale of a ball, and right now, it's laborious to swallow it. Thanks, Molly, for ruining my life. Now, I literally hate everything. And what am I going to do now? I have got no job, little money, insufficient clothing and most importantly, no home. I'm homeless. Can you believe it? I can't either. And now, I have to put up with the chilly...

All of a sudden, I felt my soul fly out of my body for a second. For a brief but stupefying moment, it felt as if electricity of a thousand volts had run through my veins, although it was absolutely painless. My insides flew out, making me want to scream in an unlikely mixture of terror and delight. There was no denying it; I felt a significant twitch in the vein of my arm. It was jutting out awkwardly, extremely inviting to a blood-sucking vampire. My vein has never stood out quite like this in the eighteen years of my life. What the hell was happening?

As I wheeled my head around, I saw the apparition of one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He looked as if he had jumped right out of a Calvin Klein's poster, just that he was translucent. He had the kind of grey eyes that reminded anyone of a perfect romance novel. And wow, just look at those arms. He makes me want to watch him flex his wonderful biceps the whole damned day like an impetuous and desperate pervert. That is a nice jacket; it makes him look like a charming bad boy. Actually, I'm not very fond of bad boys. They don't always mean what they say. People like George are the ones I am completely done with and there was no way I was going to be attracted to this suave cupcake. Stop it, Ronnie, he is NOT a cupcake. He is just an apparition.

Wait, what? OH. MY. GOD. IS THAT A GHOST? My eyes widened in horror as the translucent pair of grey eyes stared intently into mine. What the hell was I even thinking? Today really IS one of the worst days of my life.

"What the... OH. MY. GOD. I'M... OH MY..." I stuttered, completely out of breath. After which, I ran as fast as my heels allowed. Before me, I spotted a dark alley. Maybe, I should run through it and by then, the apparition would have disappeared. Faster and faster I ran. The raging speed of my body against the winds failed to stop the determined beads of perspiration that formed little droplets on my temples, forehead, chest and back. They felt cold and successfully managed to aggravate my fear. My eyes were opened wide with panic striking me like a lightening . I could hear my heart beating in my ears as if someone was banging a drum with gargantuan force. Soon after, I felt stitches forming in the side of my belly. The pain was gnawing at me, but I couldn't stop. Not even for a second. Not even for a moment.

And then... I fell. I had tripped onto something hard and, not to mention, deliberate. As I lay sprawling on the mercilessly cold surface of the uneven ground, I peered below to find a pair of Converse shoes belonging to a rather rugged looking guy of about twenty three or so. Why is he grinning like I'm some kind of meat? He really needs to chop off his straggly, unkempt strands; they look hideous. Peals of malicious laughter followed, resounding from my back. Panic swelled in my heart. I quickly turned my head to find three other older men approaching me, all of them having the same dirty smile plastered across their faces. I'm in deep shit.

The men enclosed me, leaving limited room for movement on my part. God, why are you doing this to me? I'm going to be raped in this alley and maybe, I may be tortured in a chamber. Will I live to see tomorrow's daylight? Tears of silent pleas and terror started flowing down my reddened cheeks effortlessly. People try to avoid dark alleys like this from six in the evening onwards, and here I am, helplessly praying for a miracle to save me from the filthy grasps of my rapists-to-be.

"PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME! SOMEBODY, HELP ME!" I cried, beginning to shake like a fragile leaf. Now, my whole face is red with horror and I was crying my lungs out. Just then, the guy with the Converse shoes advanced forward with a bony hand. I led out a scream, but he wasn't going to stop. My scream seemed to be a sadistic melody in his ears. His smile widened. I couldn't take it anymore. This is it. Eternal destruction has just begun, and I'm starring as the main character. I closed my eyes shut, believing that it would temporarily shield me from the visual disaster within my vicinity. Visually, all I see now is pitch black. Mentally, however, dancing silhouettes of rape, tears, blood and death were forming, ceasing to disappear regardless my paramount efforts. Any moment now. His fingers will touch me.

Three, two, one.

Nothing happened.

I don't feel any dirty prodding. Maybe I counted too fast. Here we go again.

Three, two...

"ARRRRGHHHHH!" the men bellowed. Their hoarse voices evidently amplified their physical pain. I opened one of my eyes first, hesitatingly, and then the other after two seconds. There they were, sprawling on the ground in all four directions. Unaware of what was happening, I turned around to see that same old apparition I saw minutes ago. I froze. This time, the breathtaking apparition had on a dangerously serious expression. After which, he pierced the sky with his hand and the four men immediately became motionless.

I remained speechless, allowing silence to conquer my petrified self. There was a ghost in front of me and I am immobile. I can't even budge my feet, which were firmly planted on the cobblestones. I had to do something human. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, the apparition narrowed his gaze on me. What the hell is happening NOW? I can't open my mouth at all. My eyes were dry like marbles rolling in sand, but I couldn't stop widening them or even blinking, so to speak. A sad smile crept on the ghost's lips. He raised his dark brows and seemed to ask me something, but whatever he was saying was inaudible. I didn't respond. My eyes had little red nerves all over, but I wasn't going to compose myself. Not when I'm with a ghost! The apparition shook his head with a really cute smile and circled his hands around my crown of blonde mess.

I felt my body lighten tremendously. I pressed my eyes shut, unprepared to witness any more bizarreness. I felt wind gushing around me, almost as if the entire universe was washing me into another place, for the better or worse, I don't know. I am unaware of how to describe this weird  feeling- it's terrifying and... terrific.

And then, I opened my eyes out of unbearable curiosity to find myself zooming through space at a speed faster than light.

That too, without being in an astronaut's suit.