The dark

Alone

( Authors note; picture above is Ana, the actual girls Instagram is in the picture)

Ana's POV

" Okay can I have your attention please?" Yelled the middle aged Physical education teacher, his balding head shimmering with sweat in heat of the sun. The rowdy group of people quieted down after a minute or two, their attention falling on Mr. Patterson.

I on the other hand, was already focusing on him. Not because I'm some creepy fan girl who crushes on her teacher, because I have no friends (preferably) and I just want to get this over with. " Today we will be running laps around the school, you may take breaks but don't stand there and talk to your friends."

Many people sighed and groaned at the fact that they actually have to do something active, I would join them if I hadn't been a social outcast (in which I don't mind). " Quit your bickering, and start stretching, can't have anymore injured students on my field" appointed Mr. Patterson with a worried expression on his aging face.

I went off into my own little area and began too stretch, first my arms and then my long legs. As I was finishing up I heard the whistle blow loudly from the east direction, I whipped my head around to see a sweaty teacher standing near the field. "Okay let's get a move on, start running folks!"

I walked slowly to the field, seeing everyone in my class begin too run. At first I just stood there in the burning heat, gazing out at the wide open grass until I felt a pat on my back. " let's go McFarland" said my teacher, pushing me softly on to the track, I scowled but didn't protest. I began to jog along the track, already starting to pant and sweat, I'm definitely not in shape.

As I picked up the pace a bit, I focused on breathing. People zoomed past me but I could care less, this isn't a race, it's just exercise calm the fuck down people. But before I could make the turn that leads to the other side of the track, black filled my sight. My breath caught in my throat, causing my breathing to almost stop. I can't see, it's dark, where the hell is the light?!

Oh god it's happening again.

The memories came trickling into my vision, the sickly and sinister voices of those men echoing through out my ears. My body locked up in panic, causing me to stop moving my legs in which had kept me running until now. Although I couldn't see, I sure as hell felt it.

I slammed down on to the ground, rolling rough and fast on the hard track pavement. A cry escaped my lips as pain jolted in every part of my body, tears swelled in my eyes immediately. I could feel the slim fingers probing my body, the tight, painful grips that grasped my sensitive flesh for so many years.

The disgusting groans of pleasure from the men, and the evil cackling that rang so loudly in my ears. It felt so real, these memories. I could even hear myself crying and screaming, though it was the younger me, who was once innocent and naive. But that was taken Away when those men took me, raped me over and over again. For years.

I could still feel them inside me.

I finally stopped rolling on the ground, and landed on all fours leaning over. I could feel the presence of all my class mates and my teacher around me, but I still couldn't see. This was too much for me too take in, leaning over even more, And I let it all come out. Throwing up for what seemed like forever, I finally stopped when I felt as though blood was in my mouth I fell over and whimpered.

That whimper turned into sobs, which grew so loud that I was wailing on the dirty ground. I was still consumed my darkness, I was scared, petrified to be more exact. As I lay on that dirt covered cement, I could feel the stinging and burning on the wounds that i recently developed. But that's not what made me cry harder, it was the one remberance that haunted me more than anything.

" God you feel so good Ana baby"

The chilling sound of my own fathers voice. The fact that he started the gang rapes, the fact that he didn't stop for over 6 years, the fact that he was the cause of my mothers death.

" Aha fuck Ana, your such a good girl"

" Be a good girl Ana and open wide for daddy"

" Stop you say? Awe but the funs just starting baby, daddy's friends are here again and they want to play, so be a good girl and play along"

I didn't want to be a good girl, I wanted my Mother, I wanted the Daddy I used too know. I never got too see Daddy or his friends, for 6 whole years I was kept in some place cold and quiet with a blind fold on and my arms and legs chained to the wall. I was only unchained when I had to urinate, and when they wanted to "play" they loosened the chains for easier access.

I hadn't seen the light of day for 6 years, I didn't even know how old I was. I was 14, I was locked in an underground basement and no one was suspicious because my Daddy told everyone that I died along with my mother in a house fire. I was found by a local mail boy but my Daddy paid him to keep his mouth shut, except that mail boy had a big mouth.

My daddy was arrested and sent to prison within a week or two, and I was sent to an orphanage for another 4 years. I was too traumatized by everything that I wouldn't talk and eating was something I had to be forced too do, and if hadn't eaten than I was punished with a leather whip.

And these were my last thoughts
Before my vision cleared, yet still blurry. I could feel my body being lifted into what seemed to be an ambulance, and I felt a familiar oxygen mask being placed around my lips.

And then I fell into unconsciousness.