Broken

Hurt

Chapter 17

I was walking through the hallway, finally going back to school after an amazing weekend with Darian, minding my own buisness, when someone pulled me into a closet roughly, yanking my arm out of the soket and slammed me against the wall, Pressing his body close to mine.

"I hear you got a new mate little bitch, giving it way free now?" I cowered against his voice, thinking of the last time this happened.

"Just go away...please...just leave me alone." I told him weakly.

"Not this time. Let's see if you're little mate feels about this." He growled, sniffing my new mark on my neck.

He ripped off the loose T-shirt i was wearing and nexted pulled my shorts down, leaving me bare.

Bare for him to hurt me.

Three Days Later

I have been avoiding Darian for the last few days. Not taking. Not touching. Only thinking.

These thoughts...they try to consume me. Gnaw at my heart and eat away my soul. I try to suppress them. To ignore the pain that it causes me and go through everyday life. life without ttelling him what happened. Sleep, walk, talk, eat, sleep. It gets so hard sometimes. Sometimes, people ask me whats wrong. Why cant they just leave me alone? I don't want to talk. To cut open the threads that has sewn my lips. To just curl in a ball and never wake, to sleep in peacefulness forever, where pain ends by just opening your eyes. My sanctuary. I look at people who live in a fantasy land.

They never have to worry about money, about loosing a home. They see a world through sheltered eyes and think nothing bad will ever happen to them. They will never have to deal with this pain, the pain of remembering. I try not to think of the rape, and try not to think weather or not it really was rape. I said no, I didnt want it. I wanted someone else's body, someone else's arms. I did not want it. Every time I think of being with someone, I think of Him. Of the moster. Then I think of Darian, my love. My life.

Would he do this to me?

Would he hurt me?

What is wrong with me?

Always repeating...blurring together to make a headache. I try to be strong, stronger than everyone else. They try to take me drag me under and down to a dark abyss with no return. They whisper to me that it would be easier to just let go and let darkness surrounds my mind. I know I cannot let it. For now, I plead for my sanity.