September Scars

September Scars

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Storming up the stairs, I pushed open my bedroom door, and slammed it shut. I pulled open my closet, ripping my ragged old backpack from its rusty metal hook. I threw the backpack onto the cold, wooden floor, violently unzipping it, and began shoving as many of my clothes into it as I could fit. Scavenging through my drawers, I managed to find two twenty dollar notes, and slipped them into a small pocket in my bag. I slid my phone and it's charger off my bedside table and into my hoodie pocket. My eyes scanned across the room, searching for anything else I might need. Slipping on my black high tops, I swung my bag onto my back and headed for my window. I pushed open my cracked glass window to the side, kicking the fly screen off. I watched as it crashed to the ground below. Before I jumped, I muttered under my breath, "I'm sorry, mum. I can't take this anymore."
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Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

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