Short Stories By Yours Truly.

Voice

Walking through these halls was a never-ending nightmare for more than one reason. Sure, high school seems like hell for everyone who survived it, but they didn't have the disadvantages that I had. Not that they cared though. I wasn't anything important to them, unless they, for some reason, valued their victims. But I highly doubt that they did, they never told me they did anyway. But they weren't the only thing that made this place a never-ending nightmare. I almost wish they were the only reason, but no matter how many times I ignored their taunts and torments, or got perfect scores on assignments, or written in my journal, nothing could erase what had been plaguing my mind since the second week of school. I tried hard to forget it, but it was no use. Nothing could expunge the memory. But everything reminded me of it. The voices, the noise, the lights, everything reminded me of it. And what made it absolute hell was that no one knew, and no one will ever know.

I was scurrying down the hallway, trying to reach my next class without any trouble, when they stopped me.

"What's the rush, hon?" one of the girls drawled. Her words were bittersweet in a way that made my skin erupt with goosebumps. "Got somewhere to be?"

I kept my head down in hopes that they'll get bored and leave me alone. Unfortunately, like every other time, luck was not in my favor.

"Maybe we can help you carry something, hmm?" another one of them said. "How about this?" She took the books from my hands and dropped them. "Oops. Clumsy me. I guess it was too heavy." The others laughed loudly as I bent down to pick up my things.

Please just leave me alone. I begged in my mind, hoping that my inner thoughts were loud enough to be heard. I already promised I wouldn't say anything. Isn't that enough? Clearly, it wasn't because they were still here.

I tried to just walk away from the situation, but they stopped me. "Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there, babe." That specific voice made my blood run cold and sent my mind into a panic. It was him. He was the one who tricked me. He was the one that made me fear this place. And he was the one that took the one thing that meant the most to me, knowing that I wouldn't be able to tell anyone. Anyone who believed me anyway.

He brought my face up harshly, forcing me to look at him. "Don't tell me you've forgotten all the fun that we've had together," he said. His voice was low and raspy, hinting very obviously at the memory of that day. He sent a wink my way before smirking and dropping my face from his grip.

I looked around in a panic, hoping that there was someone who would save me, but just like always, everyone pretended nothing was happening. Someone? Please?

"Looking for something?" the first one asked. I noticed that I never bothered with their names. Maybe because they were all the same to me, the only difference being if they had a dick or not. But they were all dicks who preyed on the weak, lonely, and silent. The ones they knew wouldn't put up a fight or tell anyone. And I fell perfectly into that category. Maybe if I could speak things might be different, but I'll never know the answer to that.

I tried once more to push past them in hopes that they've had their fill for the day, but yet again, I was out of luck. "Haven't told anyone have you, darlin'?" I numbly shook my head. Flashbacks from that night brought tears to my eyes as I stared off into the distance. He hummed in satisfaction. "Good." He leaned down so his mouth was next to my ear. "I suppose fucking a virgin mute has its perks." He placed a kiss that was anything but innocent on my jaw before pulling away and leaving me alone in the now empty hallway.

I slid down the lockers until I was hugging myself on the floor. Maybe if I could speak things would be different.