Endless pain

Chapter 9

Flash backs to some super f****d up memories that I would rather just forget about. It was the middle of November i had just left my friends house late around 10pm. It was snowing as I put out my hand to catch a snowflake, I felt something stab straight into my neck as I passed out. As I open my eyes I sit up and take a look around the room wondering where the hell I am. I realised at this exact moment I have been kidn*pped. My voice was nowhere to be seen, as I lay near a broken mirror watching my reflection fade into someone I hardly recognise. My hair was fully dyed Aqua back then, as I grab a piece of glass nearby, I cut into the rope that's tied around my wrists. When I'm free I I realise it's not just a room I'm in an attic I feel sick to my stomach. I hear the attic door open, I turn waiting for the worst to happen to me. Some guy grabs me by the arm so tight I want to punch the s**t out him. As he drags me to a different room and shoves me back into a wooden chair. I look around the room there's other girls here they all look scared and fragile, waiting for there death to come sooner rather then later. Another guy appears in the doorway standing tall like he's actually enjoying this s**t show. His lime green eyes stare into my silver almost white ones, I sit up in my chair and smile at him. My actions must piss him off as he says "what's your name" i don't say a dam word. He repeats his question louder this time "what's your name" I just sit there and shrug like I have other places to be. Then I remember getting stabbed for the first time in my left leg. I wanted to scream until the walls fell down it hurt so much but I didn't say a word or mutter a sound. When he took the knife their was so much blood that I wanted to faint, but I hung in there not moving a muscle. He asks a different question then the one before as I get a good look at him. His words meant nothing to me as I still sit there wanting this all just to be over already. He's got no hair he's bald he looks like a grey old rock. His sick twisted smile reaches an all time low he's ugly as f**k. I couldn't wait till the day well if I get out of here to put a bullet in his head. As I don't hear the next question the same guy that dragged me in here stabs my right leg next. I close my eyes wanting to die, I wished for death, once then twice then I felt just numb to the bone. I still didn't say s**t as he pulls out the right knife I don't give them a reaction. They then do the next worst thing to me , the guy grabs me and ties my hands with the rope hanging from the ceiling. I didn't see it before because I was trying to think of anything to not think about the pain in my legs. They lift up my shirt as they drag the tip of it down my back not just once but three times. Then they untie the rope as my body crashes to the ground I feel so weak. I get a sudden burst of energy as I say in confidence "no matter what you say or do to me one day, I'll kill all you motherfuckers I promise you that" that was just the first day of what I went through. I at least kept my promise but that story is for another day. I scream "stop the car" as the car immediately stops, I open the door and run outside I don't even look back at Rory or the person that's driving the car. I don't run for long as I see a small pond with a massive willow tree and a bench nearby. I'm having an anxiety attack, so I pull out a joint and my lighter with it, I lit it up and start smoking it. When I finish it I have completely calmed down and I'm sitting down on the dark wooded brown fancy bench seat. After six minutes of crying I get my s**t together as I start to walk back from the direction I ran from. When I arrive to this huge massive mansion I can't help but be mesmerised by its beauty. As I go to walk forward someone steps out from the shadows. Xxx