Hey everyone I'm back with an musa story. This is just to see if this story can survive. Please review. I want 3 please and thank you.
Speak out
"Musa. Musa." Was all I could hear from what was left of me. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn't. I wanted to scream I'm over here but my lips wouldn't move. My body temper with fear against the nude wind. "Musa, answer me." I heard my friends call for me but it was no use. I was in a ditch barely clothed. My cut up shirt and pant laid next to me, a black gag was over my mouth. My hair was a mess and the one guy I thought I could had trust wasn't there for me. A soft tear left my eye was I tried to pull myself up but couldn't. I was to beat up to move. I just got raped by someone who I call my friend at the time. I had a black eye, busted lip dirt everywhere. As I laid in that ditch, I couldn't help feel use and had the upmost rage for myself. I felt cheap and a pig. Why would I let myself get so close to him? I shouldn't have and never will again. I just wish I had listen to the one guy who cared about me but it's to late. As I lay in this ditch, wishing I was dead and knowing that no one will ever find me, I couldn't help but to flash back at my life.
