Come At Me B****

Chapter 5

IN THE PAST

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS CONTAINS MENTION OF ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS!

Life (noun)

2. the experience of being alive; the course of human events and activities:

~ RAVEN ~

10 years ago...

I remember 10 years ago like it was yesterday.

I remember how I saved someone's life.

I remember the cold fucking water engulfing me.

But worst of all I could remember the 14-year-old boy in my arms struggling to breathe. It started out as a normal day. Another day of a foster home. Another day of abuse. But that day was worse. I remember the hands touching me in places no one ever should. He was 50, I was 12. His grip around me was tight; suffocating. But I recall refusing to give the bastard the satisfaction of pleasure.

I left him with a physical scar, while I was mentally scarred.

After that, I didn't feel clean for a long time. No matter how viciously I scrubbed my skin raw, I could never get rid of the fingerprints tainting my soul. He was a shadow lurking behind me for a very long time.

Once I had broken free from the man, I ran outside crying. My vision was blurry from the tears escaping, but it was also clear. I had sat down next to the river, where I always sat to get rid of the dark thoughts inside when I had heard someone else sobbing. I hid behind some bushes to see a boy with a backpack on.

He had started to walk into the water until his body was fully submerged, I then thought to myself: What in the hell is he doing?! It hit me. The only time I came to this river was when I thought there was nothing left. Without a second thought, I stripped down to bra and underpants and dived into the water. I frantically looked around in the water, trying to spot any sign of life. Just when I thought I had lost him; A faint figure was sinking dangerously further into the water.

I swam as hard as I could to reach the boy.

My hands had grasped his arms, and I heaved as hard as I could. I was running out of air and lungs felt as if they were about to burst. I realised that the bag must have rocks in them so I desperately pried it off his back. A few more kicks and I was up to the surface. I was struggling to pull him to shore because of the weight and height difference.

When I had finally reached the land I pulled the boy out with me. I checked to see if he was still breathing.

I could tell he was gripping onto life. I kneaded my fingers together and pumped his chest.

"Please... stay with me. COME ON!" Tears escaped my eyes, and my arms burned. I then moved onto mouth to mouth.

I kept going.

And going.

Until finally,

He started coughing up water. I ran to get my jacket. When I rushed back to him, he was struggling to sit up. I pulled his shirt over his head an- holy fuckaroni, I remember that this fucker was ripped. I carefully placed jacket over him, while I realised I was half-naked and fucking cold.

"What the fuck?!" And those were the first words he told me.

"I just saved your life stronzo, and you're going to 'what the fuck' me?" The incredulous look he gave me, would've earned him a slap if he hadn't just been dying.