Hello everyone! Now before I begin with this story, I must point out a few things. This story will get kind of dark, and does involve rape. So if you can't read that sort of thing, then I wouldn't read this story. Although i'm not going into very deep detail, since this chapter is probably the worst of it. But the story does get better, I will say that. So if you don't mind rape being implied, or you just wanna skip this part, then that's fine. Just thought I would place a warning before beginning. Thank you! :)
If there was any way the sixteen year old girl Lucy Heartfilia could describe that night, it would all be summed up in one word: Unforgettable
That had been the night where everything changed for her. The night she hoped was just a dream. A really painful, horrible dream. No, that wouldn't be a dream; more like a nightmare. A nightmare that she, for some reason, couldn't escape. Couldn't open her eyes. The whole time they had just been shut tight, not opening. And at one point, where she thought for a second her eyes could open...she was thrown into the ground. Face first, painfully.
'Help!' Lucy screamed in her head. All was happening so fast, and there was no way for anyone to help her. Her heart was racing as she felt strong hands on her. One had been on her waist, and the other on her head, keeping her cries muffled in the grass.
There was no one around to help anyways. She had been pulled into the woods. No one else was around. No one but her, and her attacker.
Yes, Lucy knew one thing: she was being attacked.
Was she gonna die? Hell did she know. She tried everything she could to get away. Kicking, but her legs were pinned down by an incredibly large body. Screaming, but again, her face was held down in dirt. Arms flailing, pinned down. Everything about her was pinned down so hard she couldn't move at all. Her whole body felt numb.
"Please..." Lucy managed to throw her head up in desperation. "Whatever it is you want, you can have it! But please don't hurt-"
Again, her face was thrown into the ground. What could the man that was pinning her down possibly want? Money? But if that was the case he could've just held a gun to her and demanded it. Just to torture her for his own amusement? Did he have a knife somewhere and was going to kill her?
Her breathing quickened it's pace, to the point to where she was hyperaventalating. When would it stop? When would she wake up from this horrible nightmare she was having? But the cold air of the night that swept over her pale skin and causing goosebumps on her arms threw her to realization; this wasn't a nightmare. This was real. This was happening. Which brought the attacked teenager to scream harder, louder.
Then, the huge, cold hand grabbed her skirt, and quickly ripped it down her legs. She wasn't just being attacked. She was being unclothed. This stranger didn't want money from her; he was a rapist. It was obvious now. Lucy was being raped. Or at least about to be.
That was all Lucy could go to remember before panicking, not being able to comprehend that night. She never told her father, who would freak to his wit's end. She never told the police. She wanted to keep it to herself; she figured it would be easier to forget that way. But no, she still couldn't forget. After a month of keeping it to herself, and her sleepless nights had gotten worse. She never left the house, for she was homeschooled. She was peeking around every corner when she was home alone and her dad was at work. She figured she would have to tell. But she couldn't. Her father already hated her. He blamed her for her mother's death. But she couldn't hold it in for herself.
There was no forgetting it. That night was unforgettable, and there was no escaping it, no matter how much time had passed.