I get Jaiden's name in really fancy letters going down my arm and Poseidon going down the other arm. Flowers and butterflies cover my body now. The bottom of my feet get tattooed with a picture of Jaiden holding my hand while I got my first tattoo. The top get a picture of Ms. Tina and Ms. Erin. The ink even goes in between my toes. She even takes the time to paint my toenails. I make a small scrapbook of pictures of me, Jaiden, and Ms. Tina. As I make the second scrapbook of the pictures of all the guys in the fraternity Aaron comes through my window, "Hey sweetheart. Miss me?" I wanna have sex one time that isn't against my will. Even if it means fucking with my bully.
I grab his face and kiss him, "Fuck me. No one will know. I want it." He looks surprised but pleased. We strip naked and have sex. He leaves after watching me get dressed. Now for my money. Sitting down at my computer, I move half of my money into an account for the fraternity and the other half for the unknown terrorists. I register my car, so the fraternity owns it. Writing a note, I tell them to use the money to pay off the car and for any repairs to the house. Taking my medication, my body drifts off to sleep.
The last day, I pack my scrapbooks, my favorite outfit, Jaiden's favorite outfit, the piercing supplies, and the textbooks. I sit and stare at the wall until the two people come back to get me. In silence, they grab my stuff and put it in the back of the car. We drive for hours to a remote area where there is a building next to a tar matt. They usher me into the building and sit me down next to eight other guys with their most cherished belongings. They must be the other people being taken as well. The room is really small. There's the nine of us sitting down against the wall and five people standing across from us. The really tall guy points at me, "What happened to your face."
The guy next to him elbows his stomach, "What he means is why do you have those chains on your face? ... And are they fake? Like fake skin and stuff?" From now on I'm gonna tell the truth... unless it hurts someone.
I touch the chain on my cheek, "I made a really stupid decision and am now scarred for life. And no, these chains actually go through the skin and loop around like stitches." The guy next to me just got really uncomfortable.
A third guy stares at me, "According to our records, it was against your will. Did you lie to the cops?" They have records of that? How long have they been stalking me?
"It was against my will. The guy broke into my room in the middle of the night and stabbed me with spikes and threaded a needle through my forehead. It's my fault though. If I hadn't of started doing drugs then he wouldn't have even noticed me." One guy just looks pissed right now.
"How is that your fault? He's the one who hurt you. According to our records, this happened after you started doing drugs." They know about the drugs?
"It happened because I was trying to do what was best for me by stopping the drugs. The guy that did this to me was my drug dealer and he was pissed that I would stop and so he decided to punish me. I now have holes in my cheek. I can't even swish mouthwash without it leaking." No joke right there.
"Why do you have the chains in? Surly you wouldn't want to draw attention to the scars." This is really an interrogation.
"This is how he wanted it to look. He told me the shiny chains would make me look pretty. After it was all over I decided to own what happened to me and wear the chains. It's supposed to look like stitches." The guy next to me just grabbed my hand... I'm just gonna let him.
Another guy walks into the room, "The plane is ready. Let's go." We stand up and step out of the building onto the plane. It's a cargo plane, so we have to sit on the floor. The guy that was sitting next to me wrapped himself around my arm.
