Eternally Silenced - Chapter 1
2003
I woke up from the sound of his footsteps. He was coming towards me again. But the ropes holding me down were already hurting my wrists and ankles enough. Even when I wasn't moving.
"No, please. Not again," I begged. I still couldn't see anything and I was still in excruciating pain from the day before. The only way I could tell how it was the next day was from that tiny sliver of light coming in from the hole in the corner of the wall. The footsteps stopped. I could feel someone coming onto the bed. My eyes starting stinging from the tears welling up my eyes. I could feel his hands moving up my legs.
As the first tear rolled down my cheek, I heard sirens. I wanted to scream but I knew he would only hurt me even more if I did. They wouldn't have been able to hear me anyways. His rough fingers that had been grasping by arms as he was on top of me stopped dead. Suddenly that tiny light streaming in was no longer a color that looked like the last few hours of day, but instead was blue and red.
After that, all I remember is the police coming in, taking the man into custody, and asking me questions while my parents were notified that I was alive and well. I went home after that and my parents left the subject alone and let me lay down with them in their room and sleep.. The man was a serial rapist, kidnapper, and killer and the police have been hunting him down for years. He would have killed me that night if the police hadn't showed up. I got lucky.
A couple weeks later, we were notified that my kidnapper had escaped from prison and they were trying their hardest to catch him. They never did, and I've lived in fear ever since..
Present Day
"Alice!!" my math teacher Mrs. Mitchell said, clearly annoyed that I had been daydreaming, again.
"What is the answer to the problem on the board?" she asked. When I came back to reality, instead of those horrifying memories that other people would call nightmares, I looked down at my journal. Still blank.
I looked up at her, "I'm sorry.. I didn't do it.." I apologized. She turned to a student across the room named Adam and asked him instead, ignoring my apology.
About ten minutes later the bell rang, releasing us to our next class. Mine just so happened to be art. My favorite class of the day. Mr. Henson always lets us listen to our iPods and I need the music right now.. There are too many thoughts running through my head. Apparently, I was walking really slow because when I looked around, the hallways were empty. I got to the end of the hall, I made a right and walked inside the cozy, laid back, colorful classroom. I was late. Mr. Henson was already saying his catch phrase that was just a cooler way of saying "start drawing."
"Let the mass creativity, BEGIN!!" Mr. Henson exclaimed. He turned to me.
"Why are you late?"
I shrugged, "I don't know."
"You don't know. Well, don't let it happen again. Go to your seat. We're doing drawings of a really good dream you've had recently," he informed me.
I went to my seat and the rest of the day seemed to become a big blur that I can't remember. Apart from bits and pieces from lunch when I sat with Chance, Michael, Mary, Hannah, Charlie and Drake. Only unimportant funny bits and pieces though.
After school, I went home and slept. That's when I got the phone call..
*this is an original story by me and i hope you liked it. should i continue or no? sorry it's kinda long. i wanted to really explain the beginning part and didn't want two parts on my first chapter. -xoxo
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