So this story is going to be two chapters, it was just an idea that's been floating round in my head for a bit so, you know, I hope you enjoy it :) :P
~My scars remind me, that the past is real~
Scars-Papa Roach
"The taxi will be here in ten minutes." Michelle said as she hung up her phone and put it back into her bag. She and Carla had come into town for a night hitting the clubs but neither of them were that drunk, tehy just hadn't really got in the mood.
"Should we go outside, I feel kind of awkward with all these young people, don't you?" Carla chuckled.
"Yeah, we used to be like that, once, a long time ago." Michelle pointed out as she grabbed her bag and stood up from the table.
"Yeah, but not anymore." Carla agreed as she and Michelle walked outside into the cold night air.
Carla wrapped her flimsy cardigan around her body, she hadn't expected it to be this cold and she was seriously regretting not wearing something slightly more suitable for this cold weather. Michelle didn't look any warmer as she rubbed her arms to try and generate some kind of heat.
"Chelle, how long did you say that taxi would be?" Carla asked as she leant against the wall.
"About ten minu-" Michelle was cut off as she was roughly pushed into the wall by a hooded figure with a balaclava covering their face.
The same thing had happened to Carla by an identical hooded man.
"Give me your bag." He said in a low voice, "Now!"
Carla shakily handed him her bag, which had her phone and all of her money in it. She was terrified, the way he had bundled her into the wall, it had bought back some bad memories to the surface of her mind, the memories of that night.
She had thought she was over it, well, not over it, she knew she would never be truly over it, but she never thought she would get like this again.
This man had pushed her into the wall just like Frank had pushed her into the door, he was gripping her just as tightly as Frank had. She was frozen. like she had been that night, she was unable to move a muscle, too scared of what would happen.
Carla breathed a sigh of relief as the two men ran off. She slid down the wall, wrapping her hands round her knee's as the memories still flooded into her head.
"Carla, Carla!" Carla didn't register Michelle saying her name, she just stared into nothing, too wrapped up in the memories.
"Carla, come on, talk to me!" Michelle begged, what was wrong with her?
"It was like that night, I was back there, in my head, he's there again." Carla eventually mumbled.
"Oh god, Car!" Michelle gasped as she pulled her friend into a hug. She needed to call Peter but neither of them had a phone.
Michelle pulled Carla back to her feet and guided her towards the taxi that had just pulled up. She knew that she wouldn't be able to help Carla, but maybe Peter would, hopefully Peter would.
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