I’ll never forget that night. I was filled with so much happiness I couldn’t stop smiling.
‘Oh No’, I thought. Walking towards me was Stacey and her gang.
”Hey Gothic, nice night huh?” They laughed.
I carried on walking, ignoring their pathetic little jokes. As I walked past them I saw one of them reach into their pocket with an evil grin. I carried on walking.
BANG!
My mum slammed the car door violently and stepped out towards me.
“Where have you been Adi?” she said, sounding concerned about my well being for once.
“At Ebony’s… sorry” I sighed, obediently getting into the car. I shut the door and we drove off. I watched as Stacey and her gang pointed and laughed.
Next day, I woke up as mum drew back my curtains, the light shone intensely from outside. 10:30. ‘Damn, promised Ebony I’d go shopping’, I thought. I managed to haul myself out of bed and threw on some casual clothes from my drawer. As I tied my boots, I noticed a metallic glint reflected from the sun. I shuffled towards it through the piles of mess on the floor, and found the knife. This was my knife; I would take it for defence if I needed it. So I slipped it in my bag, just incase.
I walked swiftly to Ebony’s. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I tried again. Silence. ‘Where is she?!’ I whispered to myself as I rushed round the back of the house. ‘She better not have left me!’ When I got to the back I peered in through the window, to see an empty house. I wondered where everyone could be, so I phoned her mobile but no one answered. I decided I’d walk back to my house, as waiting for Ebony was pretty pointless. As I travelled down the hill I heard a car horn, and looked round as it startled me. I noticed, through the rolled down windows, Stacey in the passenger seat, with an older guy driving. It gained speed and pulled up next to me.
“Ewww look it’s Adonia!” she pointed, “She like, always wears black and she looks like totally disgusting.”
I stared blankly as the guy gave off a bizarre vibe.
“Awite love.” The guy said, with a strong cockney accent.
Again I stared blankly, completely oblivious as to what was going on, and finally said,
“Go back to the Nike shop where you belong.” As coolly as I could. This was a terrible idea. The guy looked enraged and viciously swung open the door. As he stepped out I backed off, not wanting to cause any trouble. I saw his angry face nearing mine and heard Stacey laughing in the background. His garishly large hands came toward my face. I screamed.
I looked around. I was bound by rough, thick ropes on my wrists and ankles. I panicked and started screaming, until I realised I had been gagged. What was going on? I noticed I was sat up on a wooden floor with white walls. I was in the back of the van. As I glanced around I found myself naked. Gashed all up my legs and chest. Then all of a sudden I felt an immense pain that surged all over my body. It felt like someone had ripped me up into tiny pieces and burnt me to cinders. A tear came to my eye and I started screaming again. Suddenly the van jolted and I rolled to the back of the van. I looked towards the door. All I could see was the tears welling up in my eyes. I saw a blur of the guy. He jumped in the back and closed the doors. There was light coming in from the windows and I caught a glimpse of his macabre smile.
“Hi.” He said, as if nothing had been done.
I screamed some more, making muffled sounds through the gag.
“You deserved it and I’m sorry.”
I looked at him, confused. Why was he saying sorry?
“It wasn’t that bad. I mean… it’s only a couple of grazes right?” He said as he came towards me. He took off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans.
“..And I won’t hurt you again, after this.” The guy smiled wickedly. He took his shirt and tied it round my head to cover my eyes. All I could see was blackness. I could smell his deodorant right next to me. Suddenly I felt two hands running all over my body. I cried in despair but it didn’t seem to help. I was struggling and he slapped me round the face. After that it was silence. I got shaken by an intense throbbing pain inside me. I screamed as I was hurting immensely. I tried to blank out the pain, I tried thinking of my favourite song and humming it in my head. It was over. I heard footsteps and the shirt was whipped swiftly off my head. I felt violated and dirty, the hurt swept through me like 100 bullets. He grabbed me and shouted.
“If you ever tell anyone about this little incident… I’ll make sure you pay.” He looked at me threateningly and grabbed the ropes. He untied them, opened the door and chucked me on a pavement. I sat up and watched as he ran to the front of the van and drove off. I was lost, alone, and naked. What was I to do? I noticed my bag lying on the side of the desolate road. I picked it up and found only my knife left. I took hold of it, held it to my wrist, and sighed.
I’ll never forget that night. I was filled with so much sadness I couldn’t stop crying.
~+~*NocturnalAngel*~+~