Fragments of The Past

The cold breeze brushed her skin as she runs after for her life. Begging for salvation in the hell she’s experiencing. Full of sweats, tears cascading on her cheeks. Her knees wobbled but she continued to fight. She runs as fast as she can, praying in her mind that she’ll survive, she wants to fight but her body started to betray her. A strong forced pulled her hair that made her scream in pain. She looked at her back, it was the demon, the demon who ruined her life, who made her suffer. She wriggled trying to escape but the force was strong, too strong that she was unable to evade it. No, I can’t die. No, I can’t die. No, I can’t die. No, I can’t die. No, I can’t die. Help! Anybody, help me! Help! Anybody, help me! Help! Anybody, help me! Those were the words she keeps on chanting in her mind, hoping that someone might hear and help her. But, who’s she’s kidding, she’s in a secluded part. In the middle of the forest, fighting for her precious life, fighting to escape, fighting to live. He dragged her forcefully that made her sit on the ground. He drastically let go of her, making the back of her hit the big roots of a huge tree creating severe pain. He threw one huge blow, punches after punches. Blood cascades, she had difficulty breathing but she needed to fight. He kicks her abdomen, which rendered her to spit blood. He picked a long, hard stick near her, and started hitting her with it. She made a sobbing voice. She didn’t scream, she can’t scream because of the pain she’s feeling. Physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted, she doesn’t have the strength to scream her pain, to scream for help. She curled up her body. As if protecting herself away from the pain he inflicts. Stop. Please, stop. Stop. Please, stop. She murmured to herself, wishing to be heard. Hoping that he’ll stop, hoping that maybe he still has a conscience and stop what he’s doing. But, that never happened. As time passes by each punch and kick was getting harder. She vomits gallons of blood but that didn’t stop him. He looked down at her, a devious grin was plastered in his face as he saw her state. Full of bruises. Broken bones. Broken nose. Bathing in her own blood. Her body’s numb because of the pain but she has a strong will to fight despite her condition. She can’t give up on this. She fight, fight harder and harder, she can’t just let the devils win. A phone rang that made the guy stop. He stepped backward away from her, turning his back to answer the call. He’s stupid. But, she’s grateful in his appropriated stupidity.  That was her cue, she slowly stepped backward, trying her best to avoid creating sounds as she steps on the dried leaves. While he’s busy taking his time talking on the phone, she’s busy trying her best to escape the hell hole. Neglecting the pain she runs for her life. And she succeeded, but before she could even heave a sigh of relief, a loud bang startled her being.