Author's Note: Hey guys, what's up? Hope everyone is having a fabulouis weekend! So, this is another new story I started, parts of it are actually based on a true story, but all names have been changed. So, comment, vote, fan, enjoy!!
--Jessica x
September
I slid down even further in my chair, hoping that my black clothes, black hair, and heavy eyeliner would inspire people to leave me alone.
"Hi, I'm Matt." I looked up to find a boy standing in front of me. He was cute in a cowboyish sort of way, slim fitting button down, worn-in Levi's, cowboy boots. He had short blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was quite handsome, but I was sort of wary of guys.
"And I care why?" I asked sarcastically.
Matt just smirked. "Ooh, harsh, I just thought you might want to know. Considering we're going to be Chemistry partners for the rest of the year."
I laughed, "I'll just find another seat." I said, then frowned when I discovered that there were no more open seats.
A look of utter shock passed over my face. "Darn it!"
"Looks like you're stuck with me darling."
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I flopped down on my queen sized pillow top mattress, annoyed.
"Oh my gosh, Michelle, he's so annoyingly cute, and I want to like him, but you know how it is with me and guys... I-I just can't. Do you remember what happened the last time I let myself fall for someone?"
"Big deal, Taylor, that was months ago."
Back in April, I had me a guy who was a frequent customer at The Purple Grill, where I worked. His name was Ben. He was extremely cute, with dark hair, dark eyes, and sort of a dark personality that most of the girls working at the restaurant found alluring. And I was no different.
He had my attention from the start, he found a reason to show up at the restaurant every day, even if it was just to order a quick drink, and he always sat in my section. Eventually he'd asked me to hang out with him one day after work. And of course I'd said yes. Within 3 weeks, we'd become the best of friends. It was almost as if we'd known each other our whole lives. So, when he'd invited me to join he and his sister at their family's lake house for a week, I'd jumped at the chance. It had been fun. For the first three days anyway. The fourth day had started out perfectly with Ben packing he and I a picnic.
*Flashback*
The picnic had been fabulous and I'd been packing the blanket and dishes back into the basket when I'd felt a cold sliver of metal press to my neck. A knife.
"B-Ben?"
"I'm going to explain this to you once, then you're going to shut up." Ben said, his voice devoid of its usual warmth and kindness.
I whimpered.
"I'm going to rape you, then I'm going to remove one of your fingers, one of your eyes, and a lock of your hair. I will put all of that into a box and mail it to your family. Then I will kill you, as slowly as I can. And I will enjoy every second of it." he whispered into my ear.
"Why?" I managed to choke out. "Why me?"
"Because I can. Don't flatter yourself. You're hardly the first."
"You've killed other girls?" I asked, my voice rising an octave in panic.
Ben pressed the knife even harder to my neck. "I thought I told you to shut up?" he growled. "But, yes, there's more than I can even remember."
He started walking, forcing me forward with his body. "Move, we're wasting time just standing here."
We continued walking for about ten minutes, then I saw a cabin in the distance.
My hand bumped the front picket of my jeans and I remembered the SOS button on my phone. When pushed, the button notified the police and activated a tracking device. I quickly pushed the button, then dropped my hand back to my side. I stumbled and the knife in Ben's hand pressed into my neck. A thin trickle of blood ran down my neck and onto my shirt. When I looked up, when had finally reached the cabin. Ben let go of my shoulder to unlock the door. I started to run, but he snagged me by the arm.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I struggled, trying to break out of his iron grip.
"Just for that, I'm going to drag this knife across every inch of your smooth, pretty skin. And then I'm going to watch carefully as beads of blood slowly pour out, draining the life from you."
I screamed as he roughly yanked me through the doorway and slammed me down onto the cold cement floor. My vision blurred, then went fuzzy. When it finally cleared, Ben was standing over me with an even sharper knife in his hand.
"Take your top off." he commanded.
"What?"
"Just do what I tell you."
I slowly slid my top off and then threw it at him, and started crawling in the opposite direction as quickly as I could. Ben flipped me over and pinned me to the ground with his knees. He pressed the knife to my abdomen and dragged it slowly across.
Air hissed through my teeth involuntarily.
"You think that's bad?" Ben asked. "There's plenty more to come."
He slowly dragged the knife across my skin. One. Two. Three more times. I could feel the blood drenching the floor. I could see Ben, his lips moving slowly, but it was as if no sound was coming out of his mouth. Then everything went black.
*End Flashback*
I had woken up in a hospital room. They'd found me just in time. At that point I'd lost so much blood that I needed three transfusions. Now, I had seven crisscrossing scars on my abdomen. And the physical damage wasn't the worst of it. Now, I screamed if I saw a knife, and there was the minor fact that I was terrified of guys. All of them. It didn't even seem to help when Ben was put on trial and sentenced to 6 consecutive life terms in prison without parole. Had he succeeded in killing me, I would have been his 16th victim.
I finally looked up at Michell.
"You don't understand."
She sighed, "It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I think you're going over board. Maybe even drawing this out more that necessary."
"Are you insane or just a total jerk?"
"But maybe it's not just your aversion to guys, maybe they don't like you because you're damaged goods."
"So, you're saying that I'm a screwed up mess?" (A/N: One Direction reference.)
"Well, you can barely even talk to a guy. Up until a month ago, you cute yourself. You only wear black in a pathetic attempt to get people to leave you alone. You scream when you see a knife. Do you need more examples?"
"Get out of my house Michelle."
"I'm just being truthful."
"Please just leave."
"But I-"
"Just. Get. Out."
Michelle got up off my bed and stomped out of the house.
I examined the ends of my hair, maybe she was right about somethings. Maybe I could try to look approachable. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed to the store to buy hair color remover.
