Analeigh POV

As I looked up, all I noticed were the stars above me. It was dead silent apart from my breathing; becoming sort of eerie. But I wasn't really concerned at the moment. I just needed to keep walking. Turning around wasn't even an option anymore and this was all I could do. Still moving down the street, the darkness felt like it was tightening around me along with thickening the air. "What the hell?" I thought to myself. But I just shook my head, "You're just imagining things," I thought and kept walking. I continued walking towards the end of the street, thinking that maybe I should turn back as I neared the end. I kept moving in the same direction though, until a set of lights suddenly blinded me and I froze. It was a mustang of course… "Oh, sh-," I whispered as I took a step back.

"Hey-a, Greaser. Watcha doin' 'round here?" one of them asked, getting out of the car drunkenly while the other four followed in the same matter.

"Dam-," I silently thought.

"Huh? What are you doing here?" Another asked.

I was terrified beyond belief at this point, but I couldn't let them know. I had to be strong.

"I just thought I'd go for a walk," I replied to the curly, brown-haired Soc, in a smart a—tone. I could see the other three behind these two whispering, as the blonde Soc started talking again.

"Well it looks like we have some white trash that needs to be taken out here, boys."

"Well if you would be so kind, you'd take yourselves out," I replied not thinking. "Since you're the ones who pointed it out, you know." I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I had to at least try to defend myself; emphasis on the try.

"Get her!"

The five of them started coming closer and I soon took off as fast as I could towards home. I could hear car doors slam as I neared the opposite end of the street, and could see headlights coming from behind. I kept running and running. It was times like these when I was beyond glad to be one of the best runners for my school. I somehow managed to outrun the mustang for a few streets, almost reaching the lot…Almost.

Before I could even register where I was or what was happening, a car door slammed out of nowhere and I was instantly shoved down to the ground.

"What the - ?" was all I could say before five figures appeared above and around me. "Sh-."

"Well, hello again, Grease," the black-haired guy with the rings said with a smirk. "How about if you just calm down and maybe you'll live to see tomorrow?"

I could feel the color drain from my face as they towered above and around me. The fact that they were the best and strongest football players for my high school scared the he—out of me. I gulped as they came closer once again. I tried as hard as I could to get up and get around them, but that just ended up with me being punched in the face and ribs, with me falling to the ground again. I could feel myself being picked up and thrown through the air. I landed roughly in grass and gravel and laid there for a second before realizing that we were basically at the lot. I could feel my body tense at the thought. Johnny was jumped around here and it was horrible. As that memory came back to me, I started swinging my arms and kicking my legs; anything to try to get away and avoid having what happened to Johnny happen to me. Managing only to kick one guy in the face and slap another's, I was soon completely pinned to the ground, with people holding my ankles, wrists, and head, while one sat on my chest.

Trying to breathe was easier said than done here. But looking up at the Soc on me, my breath caught in my throat as a flash of silver cut through the air. Before I knew it, a blade was pressed against my right cheek and it cut deep into it. I hissed in pain as it burned like he-. He reached up to my forehead and I could feel the searing pain as he sliced diagonally into my skin near my eye. Pain was erupting from my sides and chest as well. I was on the verge of tears as another Soc reached over and slashed a blade near my chest. I cried out in pain and was slapped across the face. I was becoming weaker and weaker by the second and I didn't know how much longer I could go without letting the tears fall that were close to doing so. The slashing with blades continued from at least two or three of them every so often. I couldn't tell. They soon were making fun of me as well.

"No big brothers to save you, now, baby."

I felt so pathetic that I couldn't stop them; especially when I felt a searing pain shoot up and down my right leg, causing the floodgates to finally break, releasing all of the tears held back for so long.

"Stop It!" I screamed. "Just Stop It! Please!"

All they did was laugh while the one holding my head clamped a hand over my mouth, and the other two tightened their grips on my wrists and ankles. Tears streamed down my face and a smile spread across the black-haired guy's face evilly when he saw this. Fear flashed through my mind "No…"

Before I even knew what was really happening the Soc moved downwards pulling my jeans and underwear down roughly. I tried screaming even though it was no use. No one could hear me, even though I was just a little more than a street away from the house. If they hadn't heard me scream earlier, they wouldn't now. I felt like I was being burned alive from the inside out. It wouldn't go away; it just grew worse and worse as I started to slip in and out of consciousness. As soon as the pain started going away, it came back again. And again. And again. "I'm coming mom and dad," was the last thing I thought before I felt my body go numb and all I could see was darkness.