Saved by the Way (SLOW REVISIONS)

Chapter 12

The rain is cold and only makes this place seem ghettoer. The red brick buildings are covered in graffiti and are filled with broken windows. Abandoned homes line the streets which were once filled with prostitutes and serial killers.

Suddenly a man appears walking towards me. I turn around and walk the other way. He's wearing a mask of a Clown's face and he's dressed in all black. Before I know it, a hand is wrapped around my mouth and has both my hands.

He's covering my nose and I can't breathe anymore. I'd been in this position once before and it landed me in the mental hospital.

I tried kicking and squirming. But he was too strong. I was too far from Gerard now and he wouldn't be able to save me. It was no use. I couldn't muster up the breath to scream.

I could feel the man dragging me closer to a dark alleyway. I tried to dig in my heels to no avail.

Before I knew it, he had me in the alleyway. He released me and I tried running, but he just punched me in the face with so much force I fell to the ground.

I could feel blood trickling down from the corners of my mouth and could taste the metallic flavor on my tongue.

He jumped on top of me then.

"No please." I whimpered.

He let out a deep laugh.

He then started ripping away my clothes. I saw the blue eyes of the clown mask staring right into my own eyes. They were full of lust and anger. I couldn't stare at them any longer.

He pinned my arms down at my elbows as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I shut my eyes and waited for the pain.

I found it better to keep quiet in this kind of situation. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream in pain.

I let my body go limp and just gave up. I couldn't stop him.

I had the urge to cry out as I felt him push in. It hurt. I could feel tears running down my face. He was taking my innocence that I had spent the last year building back up since the last time this had happened. He was taking my hard work and just tearing it down. Piece by piece, he was ripping my soul apart just like the flesh and blood vessels I could feel him tearing. I could feel bruises forming where his arms where pinning me down.

I could feel myself bleed from my entrance. I couldn't handle this.

Without wanting to, I screamed in pain. The man laughed. I had a new idea of an evil laugh. You always think of that classic evil scientist laugh when you think of an evil laugh, but mine was now this man's. He was like my own personal horror story. My own fear. My own phobia. I hate him. I hate the pain. I hate the feeling he's given me.

After what's felt like an hour. He gets up and leaves.

I don't leave. I want to be dead. I drag myself further into the dark alley and lay there wishing I was dead. I'd be better off dead.