I cant hear you... But I wish I could

Chapter Thirty-Two (32)

My feet carried me to the back of the school, I dont want to see it, I dont wanna. Even though the school may be almost cleared, you can never be to sure. I headed down towards the gym, but kept walking past it; walking to the old gym locker room, it was rarely used, yet they still kept the water and electricity running...

I pushed the door open just enough for me and my bag to come in. I walked down the short hallway that took only about three steps and was brought up to two ways, one--the left--leading into the changing area and the other--the right--leading to the washrooms, I stopped just before, and then stepped towards the washrooms, this was the only washroom that had nice urinals, all the others were cheap.

I slowly, glided my gaze to the urinals, were I felt an intense glare upon me.

My eyes met with the dark green ones of Sean. I could feel my face go paler than it already was, he finished zipping up the front of his jeans, as he did so, I took this as the only chance, I turned around, nearly tripping running to the door, I tugged on the door handle sliding my four fingers in between.

Only to have it shut; fingers wedged in between.

I cradled my hand, tears instantly pouring out of my eyes, did I even scream ?

Forgetting about Sean, a hand grabbed my hair and pulled me back, making me fall to the floor, but not before my head came into contact with the hard wall .

I let my eyes focus on Sean, who had something in his hands.

My hair.

Ignoring the pain in my head, and butt, I decided to crawl to the bathroom stall, as I started I put my bad hand down on the floor, an aching pain rippled up my arm and I collapsed straight on my stomach, knocking some breath out of me.

Why is he hurting me? I asked myself. As I crawled into the bathroom stall, locking the door, and standing near it to shocked to do anything, my mind just kept running. I didnt do anything, well I dont think I did, all I did was run away. I didnt punch him right? No, I didnt do anything, so whys he doing this to me.

I looked at the stall door, and it was rattling like a strippers boobs on stage. The screws were getting forced out of the metal gage, when the two screws popped the door swung toward me. I blocked my face but it didnt make it to my face and instead the silver knob hit my right in the chest.

I tried to stand while I clutched my chest, no air would go down into my lungs; but you know, that didnt stop him from pulling my out and ramming me into the wall, head first.

Blotches filled up my site, only clearing when a knee rammed itself into my face. And then harshly pushing me towards were the guys would get changed; I gasped in breaths of air, trying to get some into my lungs, but the amount of blood coming out my mouth to the breath fulls of air I was taking in... It wasnt working.

I swung my head in his direction--blood non-stop coming from my mouth and probably nose. I hurt my head a little before seeing him walk toward me, he grabbed my collar twisting me around and retracted his fist, I put my arms up trying to block them, but he hurt my arms too. Every limb on my body throbbed.

He attacked my chest with punches, same with my face, always the sides. He twisted my limps, ways they werent supposed to go.

I felt so numb.

And I just sat there, taking every single punch and kick he gave. The punches the kicks, hair pulling, scratching, breaking and fracturing.

I cried through it all, not knowing if I was even making a noise.

If I would be able to live through this day.

But did it honestly matter if I died ? It wasnt the way I would of liked to go.

But I have nobody. Tyler left me, when he said he wouldnt.

He broke my heart.

I laid there with my arms spread out in random directs, my legs were closed and tangled. My eyes were the only thing that would comprehend, and I was just in to much pain to move anything.

Sean was near the corner, leaning on a wall on the phone, nodding every now and then. He hung up and smiled at me. How could he smile at me, when Im like this.

My eyes threatened to close, but I wouldnt let them. I didnt trust my body here with him. Maybe he was going to get somebody to kill me, then dump my body. Oh god, I wont have a body at my funeral.

He came up to me with a wet brown napkin, wiping my face, he dragged me to the corner by the showers and set me there, taking off my shoes and flung them across the room. My eyes got blurry again as pain erupted through my body and I saw blood, my blood, and lots, getting dragged with me.

All on the floor at least had a spot of blood. Even some of the lockers.

Every where.

He started to undress me, first with my pants, then shirt, then last my boxers, so I was basically nude, he pulled down his pants, an forced him into my mouth. I bit him.

Causing him to punch me.

He tried again, and I just sat there. I had nothing to lose. He released in my mouth, and it dripped out, nothing would go down.

My eyes locked onto the moving figure coming from around the corner. My eyes starting to water when I noticed it was Jared.

They were talking, and at first his eyes flashed shock, maybe he would help me. Then he looked at Sean, as he slid my legs open slowly.

Now it was my turn, my eyes opened wide. And I tried to close my legs, but it just wouldnt happen. I wouldnt move.

Sean started to move his hand close to me, sliding it up my thigh, almost touching me, then back down. He wiggled his finger in the air, then pushed my legs up making me go onto my back with a painful fall.

He pulled my legs apart and put something at my entrance. Or exit.

It started to push in, a wave of pain elapsing through my body. Then it stopped. I got lifted up and thrown at Jared, I could barely place a step. I noticed the veins in his neck pop out every now and then, and he almost dropped me. He gave me an apologetic look, then soon I was ripped away form him, and on the floor again. Pain. Thats all. Sean was getting up in his face. He pushed him then looked down at me, he started to undo his black colored belt, and I read what he was saying off his lips, 'Watch and learn.'

He pulled me toward him and pulled himself out of his boxers, yet again. Tears invaded my vision as I tried to wiggle away from were the two were standing. But Sean pulled me back, stepping on me, I felt like it broke. Before he got on his knees.

More pain.

And then, I could feel the most worst pain in my life in my rear area. 

I felt a faint smile on my lip, as I felt my body pulling out of its cage.

Was my soul leaving my body yet? Was I dying now? Yes?

I love you Tyler, goodbye. Be happy, I will be now. 

To Be Continued........

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