This is it, the kinda revised addition of the tale.
Some Wounds Never Heal
-A Forgotten Meeting-
Some Wounds Never Heal
James came onto the station platform and looked towards the dark clouds above, swelling cold and snow as they brushed against his face, and fluttered gently towards the darkened train tracks. A rumbling noise sounded the approach of the train that would take him to his home, and the platform's people surged towards the opening door. A wave of hair whipped across his face as a small girl barged past him onto the train. The bump pushed him backwards into the wall of the station toilets, leaving him to be hit by a wave of coldness that washed all over his body, searching for a way to seep under his clothes and reach into his exposed his skin. Shuddering, he pulled his coat closer to him and stepped gingerly onto the train.
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Elizabeth sat down on the worn train seat, blinking back tears of fury. She was so annoyed and had no sensible reason to be. It was just such a bad day. Her first day at her new school and it had been awful. She had sat at the end of a row of seats, surrounded by a swarm of unfamiliar faces, each buzzing with conversation with all of their friends, whilst she had sat, silent and alone. The rejection had touched her deep inside, as if awakening an old memory. She swallowed another painful lump in her throat and dozed, depressed, on the seat, avoiding any chewing gum. She didn't hear the door slide open, she was already fast asleep.
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James tip-toed through the carriage door and stared at the sleeping girl laid on the carriage seat, she looked about the same age as he, maybe younger, twelve or so, her eyes were red and puffy, as if she'd been crying, he smiled, she looked sweet, innocent. He shook the thought away and sat down on the opposite seat, watching the sleeping girl's sad face. Silently, a cold tear slipped down her cheek and her head tossed from side to side. Small moans escaped from her cold dried lips, as though she was in pain. Worried, James kneeled in front of her, gently hushing her back to sleep. This was confusing, he felt fiercely protective of this girl he had never met before.
Like a father or lover, he wiped the lone tear gently away, feeling the smooth crisp skin under his fingers, and electricity tingled at their touch. The whole world unfocused and jerked sharply away.
James was in a dark alley, a figure walk alone down the street, it was the girl on the train but a lot older. She walked, heels clicking gracefully down the alley, an 80's styled black jacket with shoulder pads, flung over a long dress, framed her curves. Neon lights flashed at one end silhouetting a dark shadowed figure. The girl seemed to notice, she sped up, widening her steps rather than running, if only she could make it to the main street she'd be safe. It wasn't far now, 20 metres...15metres...she could see the people now...10metres...it was just in reach...wham.
She was trapped from behind, dark arms locked around her, one over her mouth, the other enclosed tightly on her breast. She elbowed the man hard in the stomach and leaped for a get away. She tripped, the attacker catching her foot.
"You'll pay for that bitch!" The rapist slapped her hard across her face with the back of his hand, James tried to help, screaming in fury but couldn't move. He simply watched, helpless as the man tore her clothes, and clawed at her soft skin. Pinning her down with such efficiency, as he ground painfully into her, satisfying his greed and kneading her breasts. James watched in disgust and horror as the attacker bit into her neck, feeding on her pure blood whilst climaxing. He pulled away and groaned savagely, the girls blood pooling uselessly on the damp concrete.
Withdrawing from the girl, he straightened his clothes, wiped the blood from his mouth and walked calmly away. James was freed from his unseen bonds, and he ran to the girl, calling to her, trying to stop the lethal flow of blood. The alley shuddered and dissolved from his view.
James was in a hospital, the girl lay motionless of crisp white sheets, bandages were wrapped tightly around her neck and head, an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth. He watched her heartbeat jump rhythmically on the monitor, and stared mournfully at the nurses as they changed drips, and checked her life signs. James looked at her name card, Elizabeth, pretty.
The room lurched again. This time James found himself somewhere else, another hospital perhaps. Elizabeth sat in a chair, her brown hair had been cut roughly short, and plain blue dressing gown tied awry around her thin frail body. No mirth had touched her face for so long, she looked inhuman. James watched the Doctors and Nurses try to give her, her daily medication, she would fight anyone who tried to come near her, flailing viciously on the floor, screaming with fright and lashing out at all.
James watched each day, he watched her fear, her decreasing weight, he watched her slit her own wrists. He watched them find her, bandage her, he watched her heart stop. James touched Elizabeth's cold hand, and walked away from the dead body.
"Let me out," he whispered. "Let me out...........LET ME OUT!!!!" He smashed his fists against the white wall, "Please, just let me go..."
The train carriage came back into focus, Elizabeth slept still, her face blank. James removed a necklace from around his neck, on the end hung a black rose within a circle of vine leaves, the vine representing protection and healing, a gift from his grandmother. He hung it around her neck and kissed her lightly on the forehead, she needed it more than he.
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Elizabeth woke up suddenly, the train was slowing down. Falling painfully off the seat, the strange necklace swung into view. It was cool to the touch, and the dizzy headache that usually came after she cried disappeared as she placed it's cooling design to each of her throbbing temples. She smiled, feeling alot better than she had done in a while. She had a friend. She opened the dirt streaked door and watched the blurry Heavesham Station sign come into view.
James was gone.
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Some Wounds Never Heal
-A Forgotten Meeting-
Some Wounds Never Heal
James came onto the station platform and looked towards the dark clouds above, swelling cold and snow as they brushed against his face, and fluttered gently towards the darkened train tracks. A rumbling noise sounded the approach of the train that would take him to his home, and the platform's people surged towards the opening door. A wave of hair whipped across his face as a small girl barged past him onto the train. The bump pushed him backwards into the wall of the station toilets, leaving him to be hit by a wave of coldness that washed all over his body, searching for a way to seep under his clothes and reach into his exposed his skin. Shuddering, he pulled his coat closer to him and stepped gingerly onto the train.
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Elizabeth sat down on the worn train seat, blinking back tears of fury. She was so annoyed and had no sensible reason to be. It was just such a bad day. Her first day at her new school and it had been awful. She had sat at the end of a row of seats, surrounded by a swarm of unfamiliar faces, each buzzing with conversation with all of their friends, whilst she had sat, silent and alone. The rejection had touched her deep inside, as if awakening an old memory. She swallowed another painful lump in her throat and dozed, depressed, on the seat, avoiding any chewing gum. She didn't hear the door slide open, she was already fast asleep.
*********************************
James tip-toed through the carriage door and stared at the sleeping girl laid on the carriage seat, she looked about the same age as he, maybe younger, twelve or so, her eyes were red and puffy, as if she'd been crying, he smiled, she looked sweet, innocent. He shook the thought away and sat down on the opposite seat, watching the sleeping girl's sad face. Silently, a cold tear slipped down her cheek and her head tossed from side to side. Small moans escaped from her cold dried lips, as though she was in pain. Worried, James kneeled in front of her, gently hushing her back to sleep. This was confusing, he felt fiercely protective of this girl he had never met before.
Like a father or lover, he wiped the lone tear gently away, feeling the smooth crisp skin under his fingers, and electricity tingled at their touch. The whole world unfocused and jerked sharply away.
James was in a dark alley, a figure walk alone down the street, it was the girl on the train but a lot older. She walked, heels clicking gracefully down the alley, an 80's styled black jacket with shoulder pads, flung over a long dress, framed her curves. Neon lights flashed at one end silhouetting a dark shadowed figure. The girl seemed to notice, she sped up, widening her steps rather than running, if only she could make it to the main street she'd be safe. It wasn't far now, 20 metres...15metres...she could see the people now...10metres...it was just in reach...wham.
She was trapped from behind, dark arms locked around her, one over her mouth, the other enclosed tightly on her breast. She elbowed the man hard in the stomach and leaped for a get away. She tripped, the attacker catching her foot.
"You'll pay for that bitch!" The rapist slapped her hard across her face with the back of his hand, James tried to help, screaming in fury but couldn't move. He simply watched, helpless as the man tore her clothes, and clawed at her soft skin. Pinning her down with such efficiency, as he ground painfully into her, satisfying his greed and kneading her breasts. James watched in disgust and horror as the attacker bit into her neck, feeding on her pure blood whilst climaxing. He pulled away and groaned savagely, the girls blood pooling uselessly on the damp concrete.
Withdrawing from the girl, he straightened his clothes, wiped the blood from his mouth and walked calmly away. James was freed from his unseen bonds, and he ran to the girl, calling to her, trying to stop the lethal flow of blood. The alley shuddered and dissolved from his view.
James was in a hospital, the girl lay motionless of crisp white sheets, bandages were wrapped tightly around her neck and head, an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth. He watched her heartbeat jump rhythmically on the monitor, and stared mournfully at the nurses as they changed drips, and checked her life signs. James looked at her name card, Elizabeth, pretty.
The room lurched again. This time James found himself somewhere else, another hospital perhaps. Elizabeth sat in a chair, her brown hair had been cut roughly short, and plain blue dressing gown tied awry around her thin frail body. No mirth had touched her face for so long, she looked inhuman. James watched the Doctors and Nurses try to give her, her daily medication, she would fight anyone who tried to come near her, flailing viciously on the floor, screaming with fright and lashing out at all.
James watched each day, he watched her fear, her decreasing weight, he watched her slit her own wrists. He watched them find her, bandage her, he watched her heart stop. James touched Elizabeth's cold hand, and walked away from the dead body.
"Let me out," he whispered. "Let me out...........LET ME OUT!!!!" He smashed his fists against the white wall, "Please, just let me go..."
The train carriage came back into focus, Elizabeth slept still, her face blank. James removed a necklace from around his neck, on the end hung a black rose within a circle of vine leaves, the vine representing protection and healing, a gift from his grandmother. He hung it around her neck and kissed her lightly on the forehead, she needed it more than he.
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Elizabeth woke up suddenly, the train was slowing down. Falling painfully off the seat, the strange necklace swung into view. It was cool to the touch, and the dizzy headache that usually came after she cried disappeared as she placed it's cooling design to each of her throbbing temples. She smiled, feeling alot better than she had done in a while. She had a friend. She opened the dirt streaked door and watched the blurry Heavesham Station sign come into view.
James was gone.
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