SCARRED

Headlights flashing

She lay on the cold ground in the middle of the road where her kidnappers had left her to die as the heavy rain poured on her naked body. Covering and mixing her up in blood and dirt. The rain washed the blood from her body but she could still feel the sore pain from in between her legs. No, it wasn't just her legs, the pain was everywhere, from the wounds, the scars, the bruises, the cuts, the throbbing headache caused by the continuous flashes of her abuses. She felt so useless, a feeling she'd always felt, so weak she didn't even have the strength to cry.

The silence kept screaming at her, "Die. What's the point of living? Even if you should survive, who is going to accept you? Your own mother rejected you, your father lied to you, all your friends abandoned you, your servants betrayed you, your whole world turned their back on you. So do yourself and the rest of the world a favor and just............die"

As a driver got out of the car and approached her, he pulled a gun from his pocket, all she could remember was the sound of the gunshot and that familiar nickname,

"Koala," as her eyes closed shut and she drifted away.