"Another false alarm, red flashing lights. Well this time I'm not going to watch myself die." Buried Myself Alive - The Used

Pieces Mended

Chapter One

"No!" She cried desperately, "No! Not again!"

The words came out of her mouth breathlessly and unnaturally. Her heart raced with anticipation as she inched herself away from his rough out stretched hand. She stumbled backwards, almost sending herself tumbling as she desperately hobbled backwards to avoid him, but she knew there was only so much further she could run before there was no where else to go. She had back herself into a corner.

"Stay away!" She screeched in a blood curdling tone. "Stop!" She screamed, back to the wall.

It was hopeless, and the tears fell like bullets as her grabbed her roughly and mercilessly.

She shut her eyes tight, knowing what was to come, what had happened so many countless times before. She closed her eyes so tight that she swore she could see her own mind racing. A hand slid around her wrist tightly, causing a burning sensation rushing through her wrist first only to be echoed throughout her whole body, as she was tossed like a rag doll to the floor. Her warm tears rushed faster down her face, her eyes glued shut, but his cold heart wouldn't care about the shaking girl beneath him on the floor; the girl who ached with years of torment and memories. He would care nothing of it tonight, nor tomorrow morning when he awoke from his drunken haze.

"Shut up you dumb bitch!" He demanded, bending down and slapping her harshly across the face while struggling to keep his clumsy balance.

He harshly grabbed her tear stained face with a calloused hand, squeezing her cheeks roughly, using his other hand to maintain balance while bent over. All the time she lay whimpering between his feet, praying it would just end.

He turned her face up towards his own, showing no mercy as he whipped her head upwards. "Look at me you piece of shit!" He slurred, the alcohol on his breath stinging her nose as she breathed it in. Reluctantly her eyes flicked open and she glared at the hated face floating above her own. He wore a smirk on his face, his eyes slightly hazed and drooping from the large quantities of alcohol consumed, but behind the fog was the apparent lust and amusement.

It was sickening.

He was amused by what her was doing. He had no regard for her. He didn't care. It was just his game, it was a sport, a hobby to him. His favorite hobby.

His hand loosened it's grip on her cheeks and slid down as gently as was possible at the moments until it rested on her throat, right at her trachea. Slowly, he lowered his body to straddle her, the hand previously used for balance stroked the side of her face tenderly. A grin came to his face slowly, and he replaced his hand on the floor next to her head, the hand on her throat softly squeezing. She gasped at his actions and his head tightened it's grip. Suddenly, he was choking the life of of her. Her feet struggled as he squeezed tighter and tighter like a boa constrictor slowly killing its pray with suffocation. She struggling harshly below his body, pleasure flashing through his eyes at the sight. Her face began turning colors from the lack of oxygen and her body started to give up on it's mighty battle. Suddenly, the hand was released and his mouth was hungrily sucking the soft skin on the neck over the new bruises, nipping harshly at the skin and causing her to suck in her pain.

His hands drifted clumsily up and down her body, grabbing roughly at her curves and fumbling with her thin clothing, ripping it unforgivingly from her small frame and then removing his own clothing. All the time she lay there, silently weeping, eyes closed and hoping for it to just be over.

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She awoke in the morning with a sense of panic when her alarm clock buzzed fitfully on the nightstand to her left. She quickly pounced to silence the alarm before he would hear. She looked around, slightly impaired from sleep, making sure he hadn't stirred yet. He wasn't there. She sat up and placed a hand to her neck she was sure would be badly bruised, but felt nothing. None of the anticipated pain lashed through her as she had fully expected. She breathed relief, realizing it had all been a dream after recognizing where she was. At least this time it wasn't real, but she was scared of the next time, when it really does happen... again.

"Mitchie! Time for breakfast!" She heard her good spirited roommate Caitlin call from outside the door of their cabin. "Get ready fast!" She added on.

"What time is it?" Mitchie mumbled really only to herself glancing over at the little antique, gold alarm clock which was knocked over on the night stand.

"Eight o'clock, sunshine! Now hurry!" Caitlin replied assuming the question was directed at her.

Mitchie sprung up quickly from her bed and into action, clearly frazzled and confused.

"Eight o'clock?! I set my alarm for seven! What happened?!" Mitchie almost yelled, running about the room in a mad dash to get ready.

"Well last night you must have been having a really bad dream, you were practically screaming," Caitlin explained with a little worry in her voice. "I figured you'd probably want some extra time to sleep so I moved your alarm an hour later." She said shrugging.

"What?! Why?! You know it takes me forever to get ready!" Mitchie exclaimed in a stressed tone.

"Ya, I know," Caitlin started simply, "but you might want to hurry today... breakfast is in 15... well actually, 10 minutes now!" She said almost in a serious tone, raising her eyebrow.

"Caitlin! Ugh! I hate you right now! You know that?!" Mitchie exclaimed tossing a pillow at her friend as she sauntered towards the door.

"Love you too, bitch!" Caitlin said cheerfully, "See you in nine, I'll save you a seat!"

"Caitlin!" Mitchie shouted in frustration as her friend waved a quick goodbye while shutting the door. Mitchie just sighed.

"God, that girl's gonna pay!" She murmured after turning her back to the door to continue getting ready.

"Who's gonna pay?" A playful voice sung in from the door. You turned around and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe how much he had changed!

"Hey beautiful." He added with a smile at your pleasantly surprised expression.