SCARLETTE
I smelt antiseptic. The surroundings reeked of cleanliness and disinfection, but I remained unmoving, afraid that if I opened my eyes, the same man I'd see, the evil, scarred man. Did he bring me to a place no one could find me? Was I now held captive and that he could do anything he wanted to do with me? He was trying to rape me before I completely lost consciousness. Did he succeed? My chest felt so heavy it was hard to breathe. The sharp pain that shot through my right side made me gasp as I softly sobbed, feeling the tears flowing to my ears. I would be used, beaten, and treated medicine for his content until I got better, only to do what he wanted again.
I will have to experience the same process until life leaves me.
I hate this life!
I hate this! He should have killed
