Sweet Melody
Part 2
The sound of a door slamming sliced abruptly through my thoughts. Ok, be calm Carly, I thought to myself. The only way i was going to get out of this was to keep calm. I was dealing with some kind of crazy psycho guy who says he loves me. Well if he loves me, he wouldn't hurt me right? I couldn't even answer my own question. I had no idea of what this guy intended to do. Yeah, he scared the hell out of me. What did he want though? "Oh your awake. how was your sleep darling?" he said soothingly. I squinted up at him and shuttered. Of course i would remember those deep brown, menacing eyes. "Carly, i asked you a question. " he said, not so nicely this time. "Answer me." i tried to gather up the courage to give him an answer. But i was paralyzed in fear. My lips wouldn't work, no matter how much i tried to make them. He kicked me in the side. I moaned in pain. Then he crouched down next to me, grabbed ahold of my hair, and pulled my head back so that i was looking him in the eye. "Darling, you know i don't like to hurt you. But i have to punish you if your bad." He started to touch me. I screamed in anger and panic. "Don't touch me!" i spat in his face. He slapped me so hard my face felt numb from the impact. "What do you want!?" i screamed again. When he turned around i saw another needle in his hand. Oh god, i thought. I quickly looked around for something, ANYTHING that would help me get free. "now, this will make you feel numb sweetheart. but its ok. because than we're going to have some fun." The way he said it sent chills up my spine. I wouldn't let him touch me again. But i had a plan. I just needed him to turn around...
Right when he turned, i through my leg up with all the strength i could gather and clipped him in the chin. He cried out in surprise and pain and dropped the needle. I rolled over to the table used the sharp corner to cut the tape that constricted my hands. While that psycho was rolling around on the floor, i freed myself and grabbed the needle. My panic again paralyzed me. I didn't know what to do. I looked around frantically. Then i spotted the door. THE DOOR! FREEDOM! my mind screamed. I then forced my legs to move. I ran full speed to the door. Then a his voice boomed around me. "CARLY! STOP RIGHT THERE OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!" i knew he wasn't lying. I stopped in my tracks, starting to cry softly. I turned around ever so slowly. There he was, pointing a gun at me. His chin had doubled in size. In his eyes i saw a crazed and frantic psychotic man. I knew i was in big trouble. Who knows what he would do? "Don't make me shoot you darling." he said softly. It was eerie, the way he said it. So this was it then, i thought to myself. I'm going to die. Well if that's how its going to be, im at least going to fight. I knew the door was right behind me. All i had to do was turn around and run. But then again, i was risking a bullet in the back. He and i, we stared at each other, trying to grasp what the other was thinking. trying to anticipate each others next moves. his eyes were cold, sweat running down his face. his hands, with the gun, were shaking. This is it Carly, i thought to myself. Its go now, or die. Well, i choose now. Everything happened in slow motion. I turned around quickly and rammed into the door. I heard the gun go off. i screamed, knowing i was going to die. something hit me in the leg, and i went down. The pain was unbelievable. i moaned in agony, holding my leg. "Darling, i told you i would have to punish you, " he said, crouching next to me. The gun was still in his hand. "Now, tell me you love me." This guy was nuts. But i wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he made me give him what he wanted. so i did the only thing i had enough strength to do. "Go To Hell." i spat out the syllables. A look of fury washed over his features. He loaded the gun and pointed it at me. I closed me eyes, knowing it was the end. There was a blast of gunfire. i screamed. My scream kept ringing on and on in my ears.
"Carly! Carly! Its ok baby, its mom. i 'm here." i became aware of someone trying to hold me while i thrashed wildly, trying to get away from the grasp. My mothers voice made me stop screaming. I opened my eyes. "M-Mom?" i said shakily. Then i began to cry. I just let it all out. I was crying from fear, from exhaustion, from pain, but mostly from relief. What had just happened? Some of me wanted to believe it was all a nightmare. But as i looked over my moms shoulder, i saw the cops leading him away in an ambulance.
That day was the most horrible day of my life, or so i thought. I had no idea it would get a lot worse. My name is Carly Simmers. I am 16 years old. And i want to tell you my story. that part i just told you? well that.............that was only the beginning.....
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