I abandoned my account for 3 years. It's a perfect reason to hate me. I started two amazing series and left them incomplete. I left my readers without any warning and hurt many of them. In 3 years time, I've received over 200 Private Messages from people whom I used to be extremely close friends with. I once wrote for pure leisure and people actually enjoyed my stories and 3 years ago I signed out of my account and left them all disappointed.

I'm sorry...

I'm no longer an inconsiderate and selfish 15-year-old child. I'm ready to write and I have no intention of disappointing my readers. Trust me, your time will not be wasted reading this.

This is: Damaged.

"Shit." My fingers twitch as I stare through the freezing metal rack. Each shelf is piled with random objects such as boxes, tools, typical things you could find in a garage. "Shit." My breath hitches as the door is yanked open. I back away slowly and collide with a tall stack of strategically arranged mannequins. The silence is deafening, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I can feel the blood pulsating through my arms. I can feel his eyes searching for me. "Shit." As if he hears me, his ear twitches and his head snaps in my direction. His eyes search the rack. For a mere 23 seconds I am left wondering what his next move will be. Will he kill me? Will he throw me in the basement and punish me later? The concrete beneath my feet is cold enough to make me feel like stone. He takes a few steps forward into the room and I can see the kitchen knife glistening in the light shining through the window. If only I had gone through the window, I would've been safe by now. I could have found help by now. But of course, I had no idea where I was. I had no idea who he was. I had no idea what happened. I felt tears threaten to leak out and silently maneuvered my way between the mannequins; all the while remembering to keep an eye on him. I was met with a wall. There was an old orange bike hanging up, a baseball bat in the corner, and metal storage unit. My eyes widened as they passed over the baseball bat. Could I...? Would I be able to escape? My stomach dropped. My family had no idea where I was, my friends had no knowledge of my whereabouts. I was most likely considered dead. I took a step towards the bat, envisioning the near future with my escape, not realizing a strip of lace had found its way around my foot. With a loud crash, my hopes of escape plummeted. The mannequin that had fallen had surely alerted him in some way. I made a lunge for the metal storage unit and shuffled inside, realizing it greatly resembled a locker of some sort. Holding my breath, I silently watched him through the thin slots. My heart dropped when I noticed that the door was slightly ajar, allowing a barely noticeable amount of light to shine in on my skin. My dirty skin. It was once pure and clean, my hair as well. Months of being locked in that basement tarnished that. I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice the open locker. Why was I so stupid? I built so much trust between the two of us. By month 3, I was allowed into town with him. This silly plan of mine has ruined everything. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill me. He was going to-. SLAM! The door of the storage unit slammed shut and my eyes snapped open. A metallic clank was heard and my heart began to pound uncontrollably. What was that? Did he merely shut the door without peering in? Had I really hidden so well? His footsteps retreat back into the main area of the household and I count to ten before opening the door. Except it doesn't open. It doesn't budge a bit. With slow forming dread, I realize he's padlocked the door shut. I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up in a ball. What the fuck had I just done to myself?

*12 Months Earlier*

"You have to get outta this room at some point, gurl." My friend Abby says smoothly. I grin cheekily. "I understand that you gots a lot of homework but it's summer break and you have all summer to get that done." I shrug and pick up my books from my desk. Dropping them on my bed, I plop down and open up my Advanced Chemistry book. She sighs and falls onto her own bed across the room. Somehow during our college application process, our requests to be roommates was accepted. With both of us being Freshmen at the college, we needed each other. We only had one another on a campus full of strangers. "Look Kuki, How about this? One drink. We go to that party and we have one drink? Then you can come home and I'll leave you be." She looks over at me from under her red hat. I purposely ignore her and turn to chapter 17, reading up on Bio-chemistry. She loudly clears her throat and I sneak a peak over. Her big eyes are teary and her lip is jutted out into the perfect pouty face. I sighed and groan immaturely. "One drink?" She whimpers. I slam my book close and grab my green sweatshirt, pulling it over my camisole.

"One drink." I mutter.

The party is loud. No surprise, it's a college party. It's nothing like the movies though. It's way, way worse. One of the biggest sororities was hosting it. Abby gave a few knocks and the door was flung open before her fist could hit the door again. A guy bolted out, spewing puke all over the ground. I grimaced and gave her a look, she shrugged it off and waltzed inside. Feeling a bad feeling in my stomach, I followed her in anyway. 4 girls were topless and dancing in the center of a black glossy table that probably cost more than all their trust-funds combined. I was never into partying growing up, I was more one for embracing my child hood because I knew it wouldn't last. I was probably the only one at this party who knew how to file her taxes. I knew for a fact that I was the only person at this party who had never consumed alcohol. I quickly followed Abby through the living room in which loud ghetto music blasted. Every other word was a curse or swear and it resembled "Fuck that shit, I ain't with that shit. I got hoes that give me head and I got money bitch." I took notice that I already had a major headache. I desperately felt the need to go home, make some hot tea, and study for my upcoming exam next semester. Abby found some of her new friends and sat down on the sofa next to her friend Hoagie. It was an odd name for a boy, but more odd was the fact that he was scarfing down a chili cheese dog. Where had he even gotten that? The only think I saw on the appetizer table was alcohol and marijuana brownies. I frowned as Hoagie wrapped his arm around Abby. I hated being a third wheel. Abby could've come by herself and hung out with her friend. She didn't have to drag me along to be a third wheel. I had more important things to be doing. I stood awkwardly as Abby played hard to get with the boy. I was so uncomfortable in his presence. His blue shirt was stretched and stained with God-knows-what and he reeked of hot dogs and stale nachos. His cheese and chili covered hand was rubbing Abby's thigh intimately and I felt like alone, I needed to get away for a moment. The music was making my head pound.

"I'm going to go get a drink." I leaned in and whispered in Abby's ear. She nodded as if she weren't really paying attention to me. I rolled my eyes, feeling rejected. She didn't even care where I was going. I turned to leave and she grabbed my sleeve, turning back I saw her lips moving. It was hard to hear with the loud music booming over her.

"Get me one too." I read her lips. She turned back to Hoagie and I shook my head. At least she cared about something, drinking and boys. I made my way to the table of "treats" knowing I wouldn't be interested in anything. I grabbed a ladle of the bright blue punch though, it looks quenching but I knew it was probably spiked with something that tasted terrible and was way too strong for my personal preference. I filled a cup for Abby and glanced around the room. A few people were grinding in the center of the room, all of them missing at least a few articles of clothing. Some people were off to the side, taking turns hitting a bong and smoking. A couple of people were all making out. I noticed some of the girls who were in the sorority stripping and dancing in what they must have thought was a sexy way, to me it looked trashy. I respected myself way too much to stoop to such lows. I clicked my tongue and shook my head. I needed to get back to my dorm, my parents didn't waste their money sending me to college so I could party.

"It's kind of gross, isn't it?" I glance over and my cheeks flush. Bright emerald green eyes capture me in a trance and I almost drop my plastic cup. His lips quirk up in an all-knowing smirk. He totally knew I was attracted to him. He licks his lips and continue. "They're like animals, mate." His accent. Shit. The room seems a bit small and I feel my breath slipping away. I need to get away before I pass out like some fan girl. "I just came for the alcohol, what's your excuse?" It takes me a moment too long to realize I'm still staring at him like a deer in headlights and I fumbled to find my voice.

"My uh...friend." I say dumbly pointing across the room at Abby, still cuddled up to her boy thing. "My um...My friend dragged me along." I trail off awkwardly. Now what? He blinks slowly and takes a sip of his cup. A splash of the liquid is left on his lips and I twitch nervously. He's so...hot. "What's your name?" I find myself socializing for the first time since middle school. I felt so drawn to him, it was fascinating.

"Wallabee Beatles." He says, still watching the ocean of bodies dry-humping in the center of the room. "I'm a sophomore." I have no problem hearing him over the thumping music. "You gotta name?" He asks coolly.

"Kook..." My voice comes out scratchy and nervous-like. I clear my throat with an embarrassing grunt and correct myself. "Kuki. Kuki Sanban." I say, feeling small compared to him. "I'm a freshman." He nods in the most relaxed manner I've ever seen and begins to daze off it seems. Feeling awkward I began to make my way back to Abby. I was never good with boys. I spent my childhood oblivious to everyone attracted to me, I never had the opportunity to find someone to date.

"Makes sense, I've never seen you at a party before." He cuts me off in my tracks. I glance over, unsure of how to respond. "You're really pretty," He says. "It's a bit annoying because I don't usually waste time talking to people. You seem too mature to be here. Your friend, however, seems as if she's done quite a bit of partying." I shrug, still not knowing what to say. "You know-." Before he can continue I'm shoved harshly against the table.

"Damn, you're hot as fuck." Hot breath blows on my face. A tall guy is leaning over me, trapping me between the table and himself. Immediately my composure cracks. I feel weak, I feel threatened, and I feel terrified. Wallabee glances at me slowly and takes another sip of his drink. "You wanna head upstairs, babe?" The stranger presses his hips against mine and I feel sick. My knees wobble and I can barely say anything, letting out scared little whimpers of defeat. I want to go back to my dorm, I feel so out of place.

"Maybe you should back off, Ace." Wallabee says. The boy, I'm assuming he's Ace, sneers back and grabs my hand.

"I can't screw who I want, jackass." He mutters.

"And I can kick your ass." Wallabee says, he removes Ace's hand from my wrist and manages to lock his arm behind his back. With one swift movement, he slams Ace's head into the table, spilling punch all over Ace. Ace's nose if bleeding and he looks confused as to what just happened. I just stare in shock. Wallabee picks up his red cup and in one swift gulp he finishes its contents. "Maybe we should get you home." He mumbles. "This isn't the place for you." I stare in amazement still. He single handed took down a guy within 30 seconds just because I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah?" He asks and I dumbly nod.

"Yeah, uh...give me a second." I murmur stupidly. "I need to tell Abby." He nods and begins to make his way towards the door of the household. I run across the room to Abby, already ready to be back in my dorm safe and sound. "Hey," I say, handing her the cup of alcohol I got for her. "I'm headed back, it's getting late." I glance at my watch and wow...it's been an hour and a half somehow. Time flew. "It's past midnight and I need sleep." I try to reason. I point towards the door at Wallabee and She glances over. "My friend is gonna walk me back." She giggles in disbelief.

"Sure, have fun on that walk Kuki." She winks and bursts into a fit of giggles. Hoagie wraps his arm around her and pulls her into a kiss. I leave before things get too graphic.

"Abby?" Wallabee asks, as we make our way towards the Freshman dormitories. I nod and swallowed, realizing my mouth is dry.

"We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. She's like my sister. She knows me better than anyone." I explain. "She's the party girl and I'm just the nerd." I say lamely. He chuckles.

"There's nothing wrong with being a nerd." He says. "At least you got your shit together." He says. He glances over at me. "Damn, you're so gorgeous." he murmurs. My cheeks flush with heat.

"Wallabee..." I say nervously.

"Wally." He corrects me. I think it over, it's kind of cute. I look at him a bit closely and realize that his holy green eyes are covered my his long blond hair. It goes down to his nose. He flips it out of the way and glances at me with those shining green eyes. "And no joke, you're flawless. No wonder Ace wanted to get with you tonight." I cringe at the memory and he frowns. "Don't worry about him. He's a joke. He drinks and parties all the time. He's a senior, so he should be graduating this year and you won't have to see him ever again." I look at him and bite my lip softly. "And I'm a sophomore so you'll see me for a while." He grins. I feel really safe with him even though we just met and it's amazing. We approach my dorm and I let him into the building. We're going up the stairwell and he's close behind me. I can't believe Abby thought I'd let him into the dorm...she should know I'm not like that. "Well, here we are I guess." Wally mutters. "It's a shame I have to let you go..." He whispers. I peer at him innocently and he groans. "I wish I could just keep you forever , ya know?" He chuckles. It sounded weird, but he was cute so I let out a laugh.

"Maybe we could hang out over the summer?" I offer and he grimaces.

"I would but, I'm going home for the summer. I wont be back until Fall Semester." I frown. I just met him and he was already leaving me for 3 months. I tried to not pout like a child and just nodded. "I'm sorry, kooks." He says and my ears perk up. Kooks? He grins wickedly. "Ya like that?" He chuckles. I nod sheepishly, still shy as heck. He leans against the doorway and ruffles my head. "I'll see ya soon, cutie." He turns and start to retreat.

"W-Wait!" I call out. He stops and looks back. "What about Ace?" I cry. He smiles softly.

"You'll be in your room studying all summer." He says. "Ace won't get the chance." I smile weakly, searching for another reason to call out to him, but his blonde hair bounces away as he leaves the building. I slam the door and rush to my window to watch him walk back the way we came, probably going back to the party. I slip on a pair of spandex shorts and pull some baggy gray sweatpants over. Yanking my sweatshirt off, I catapult myself onto my bed and pull the blanket over my head. It's been a long night and I need sleep...now. Falling asleep, all I can thing about is Wally's green lively eyes.

CRASH! It felt like only minutes had passed when I jerked awake. I groggily groped around my bed for my cellphone and cringed when the bright screen flashed on. 3:30 AM. I glanced outside into the pitch black, thunder crashed loudly outside. It must have been what woke me up. I unconsciously felt the need to pee. I unwillingly slipped out of my warm bed and shuffled to the door, pulling it open and closing it behind me. I made my way down the hall to the freshmen third floor bathroom and relieved myself. Walking back to my room, I noticed the door was slightly open. It woke me up a bit. Thunder crashed, making me jump. I entered my dorm and shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it this time. I walked to my bed, lightening flashed showing Abby's empty bed. I sighed and picked up my cellphone. I sat on my bed, clicking on my desk lamp and called my voicemail. I had a message from Abby.

"HEYYY KUKI! HAHAHAHAHAHHA Abby won't be back until late late late, sugar. Don't wait up AHHAHAHAHA! And have fun witch your little blondie girl, Abby so proud of you." Beep. I frowned. She was probably staying with the heathen Hoagie. Rolling my eyes, I laid back into my soft mattress and closed my eyes, letting the rain lull me back to sleep. A crash of thunder went off, followed by a thump...in my room. My eyes shot open and my whole body was tense. What the hell was that? Using as little movement as possible, I glanced across the room to see the closet door open. Okay, maybe something fell. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I swallowed nervously and sat up.

"Hello?" I called out. What if it was Ace? What if he had broken into my room while I was peeing? What if he was going to rape me? Wally wouldn't be able to save me. Wally wasn't here. I felt my mouth form into a sobbing form and tried to hold in a cry. I was jumping to conclusions. That was unrealistic. I sat up and walked slowly to the closest. Thunder cracking again, making me jump a bit. I bit my lip and slid open the closet. "Hello?" I said innocently. "Ace if you're in here you need to get out." I said, feeling my voice go out. Nothing. Thunder cracked again loudly, making me cry out of hear. "Fuck." I hissed, I was being a total baby. "Okay Ace," I said, backing away cautiously. "If you don't come out...then I'll call campus security." I said loud and clear. I picked up my cellphone and waited for someone to answer. "Hello? Yes, this is Kuki Sanban. I'm on floor three of the female Freshman dormitories. I have reason to believe that there is an unauthorized male in my-WOAH!" The world spun around me. I was yanked by my feet and plummeted forward, landing face first on the ground. My phone slid under my bed. "Shit." I said. Suddenly I was dragged backwards and slammed into the wall. "Argh!" I groaned in pain. I heard a ringing sound. My phone flashed under my bed. I made a lunge for it but was blocked by a tall hooded figure. Ace. Not worth it, I'd have to run to the campus security station in the middle of the storm. I spin around and make a run for the door, my vision is blurred from the collision with the wall. I stumbled and fumbled to grab the door knob. I feel arms around my waist and spend around, grabbing a bottle of hairspray, the only thin within reach. I spray it everywhere not even paying attention. I hear him swear and I race back towards the door. Turning the knob my stomach drops as I remember it's locked. I look back to calculate how much time i have before he gets to me...

...and that's all I remember.

That's probably the worst cliff hanger I have ever made XD I'm sorry guys. I genuinely didn't know if I'd be missed or not after 3 years. But my entire writing style has improved and I've adapted a lot of useful writing techniques. I really hope you guys will enjoy this first chapter. I already have the second chapter written, but I don't know if you guys want more...yet.

I'm back for good. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

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