my breathing can't stop catching.
my locker looms ahead as i rush towards it.
glancing back to see if he is still stalking me.
he's still there.
i wait. and wait.
slowly the high school's corridors empty.
they all leave.
one. by. one.
I'm probably the last one.
i look back again.
i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding, leaning my forehead against the cool metal of my locker.
i start turning, but I'm stopped by a hand.
one clamped over my mouth, the other around my upper arm
fear rattles my bones, while dread forms a pit of stones in my stomach.
but i swallow my emotions smiling back up at him walking after him
as we walk out of the school i know what happens next
like last time
and the time before that
and the week before that
i clench my teeth. holding in a scream that climbs coarsely up my bone-dry throat as he shoves me into the back of his car
and we drive
that i know won't
i mean that can't come
there is no "help" anymore
as he tosses me into the "room" and locks the door behind him. a wicked grin on his face.
my heart breaks as i see my best friend Daphne crouched in the corner.
fingerprint shaped bruises cover her arms, face, legs. i don't want to know where else.
he walks over to me. tying the itchy rope around my arms.
they turn a reddish colour, as th bonds irritatingly rub against me struggles to get free.
sorry if this is hard to think about
if i wrote it properly you should be thinking how horrible this is.
is what some people go through,
i want you guys to acknlowledge this