You were now staying at Jayden's Apartment. Not giving a fuck in the world what you were smoking, what you put in your body, or who the hell you were with. You just didn't care anymore.
There would always be a time when you would regret trying weed for the first time, 2 months ago to be exact, cause in effect of putting all that shit in your body, it caused you to lose it. You thought it was whatever cause you couldn't raise a baby in this condition. Once in a while you would decide to slit your wrists in return for being stupid and putting all this into your body.
Slitting your wrists also helped you get through with this whole Justin situation. You knew it was your fault this all happened and that's why you did it. You haven't seen or talked to Justin in so long now, that he finally gave up in calling you and texting you cause you fully shut your phone off and got a new number.
Your parents were still in New York staying for the summer, which was a long time from now, so one less thing you had to worry about. You let everything about your body go..Your routine for everyday was sleep, weed, eat, and fuck almost every guy you laid eyes on, cause you thought you weren't good enough for anything, so doing it all made you feel better, in some sort of twisted way.
****Flashback ****
There was one night were you were in bed with some guy named Josh. He was sweet and had an amazing body that fitted his amazing personality. You two were both just laying in bed, after about 2 hours of hard core fucking, you both ran out of things to say so you were guessing he was thinking it was a good time to watch T.V.
It took him about 5 minutes to flip through a bunch of channels to settle on a decent one, but there was one that caught your attention. It was the movie, "The Notebook" .
Anything that had to do with romance, commercials, anything, it just killed a bit of you inside. Reminding you of the painful, happy memories Justin and you used to share. You could now feel emotions start to fight it's way through and force you to tear up.
**Changing to first person**
"I'm sorry Josh, I'll be right back,"
I dashed out the door. I needed air... I just needed air. I then started to walk, not knowing where the hell I was going, but just kept on walking and walking. I was getting close to a bunch of houses but kept my distance from them. I could see in the corner of my eye an alley.
"Short cut," I thought.
I wanted to just run away...escape everything...all my troubles and memories I had in this dreadful place. But I knew that was impossible. The sun was rapidly setting in the sky, and the darkness was closing in on me as I slowly entered the alley, reconsidering if this was a good idea or not. But too late, I was already walking into it.
I thought I heard a couple of noises behind me and quickly jerked my head in a 360 motion a few times, but saw nothing of any sort there.
So I just kept walking and walking. I thought the weed in my body might be kicking in, so I just ignored it every time I heard any noises. Then, suddenly, I heard a nasty, ominous, crunch that pierced through my ears and rang...... I stopped on my tracks. I knew this time this it wasn't the weed... there was someone else here.
I walked as fast as my legs could carry me, desperately wanting to look behind me, to see if the person was getting closer. Fear got the better of me though, so I kept my head down and paced ahead. My heart was pounding so fast, it felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack. I just kept running as the cold fall air brushed against my almost nude body, and my cold, red cheeks.
I was wearing nothing but a mini shirt that only covered half my ass, a skimpy little t-shirt that showed more than it should. Ever since I left the house a few minutes ago, I regretted on not taking a coat. I hastily turned a corner, in the hope of get closer to my housing estate. But the continuous rows of darkness were all that greeted me.
I knew from the moment I left the house, my body wasn't gunna be up for running. I couldn't take it anymore and my body fell to the ground,falling head first. I yelped in pain but didn't have the strength to move any part of my body.
Then I heard that same ominous leaf crunch, coming from behind. I stopped breathing for a moment. My whole body froze in terror. The thudding of my heart must have been echoing throughout the alley, it was banging in my ear drums.
Now he was close enough so that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I cringed and flinched every time he exhaled. Even if I called out for help, my pleas wouldn't be heard in the dense alley. My shadow was slowly fading away with the disappearing sunlight.
His footsteps pounded the pavement behind me... I tried to block out all of my surroundings.
Everything became a distant blur and the next thing I knew he was holding a tight grip on my waist... his cold hands were firmly secured around me, and he roughly flipped me over.
This was the first time I'd seen his face. He was a middle aged man, mid thirties, I guess. His face was stubbly and his dark, greasy hair stuck to his scalp. I opened my mouth to let out a blood curdling scream, but his dirty hand was quickly slammed onto it.
In an attempt to break free, I tried kicking him and slapping him, but he was strong, nothing I did seemed to affect him.
I could taste the nicotine on his fingers and I could smell the liquor in his breath. When he moved his hand away from my mouth, seeing my chance, I screamed my lungs out.
He raised his fist and punched me. Over and over. The pain soared all over my face. He then slammed it onto my stomach. I never felt so much pain before in my life.
I buckled in half with the shear force and pain. He then started to unbuckle his trousers. Oh no. This couldn't be happening. I started to cry and shake uncontrollably... praying I'd wake up from this nightmare.
I felt so helpless, all of my strength was slowly draining from my body, with each kick and slap and punch.
He slid his hands up my waist, slowly lifting my top. He dragged it off, over my head. My lips were quivering with fear...body bruised and shaking. Then he pulled my skirt down, as much as I attempted to resist, nothing seemed to be working.
His touch was repulsive. He swiftly removed his trousers and thrust into me.
I've never experienced anything like it before.
I couldn't move, couldn't do anything, I felt so pathetic.My body was completely numb. Every last piece of my energy was gone, all I could do was lie there was just cry and wait for it all to end.
I wanted to die .
He was laughing the whole time, clearly enjoying my pain. It sickened me.
He finally left with one last, excruciating punch to my stomach, laughing away into the darkness.
I was now left alone in the cold fall night in the middle of a alley stripped down naked and swollen with no help now.... Until I heard a voice coming towards me once again as my body froze in even more fear...
I could hear faint voices, it felt like I wasn't fully awake...like I was dreaming. All I knew was that pain was everywhere, and I was cold.
My body was now frozen and I wanted to scream for help, but I wasn't sure if that was the best idea at this point, cause I wasn't sure if whoever was coming was help or another guy to come over and kill the fuck out of my body more. So I sat there in pain just holding onto my stomach that was covered with blood from my face and forming bruises.
The air was cold and goose bumps were starting to form around my body as I lay helplessly on the ground.
Cying, shivering, and not moving.
Did I already say I wanted to die?
