In the chilling night, I wrap these hands; trying my best to keep warm. The downpour keeps thundering on and on; soaking me completely. It was days like this I begin to remember my past; about all those things that happened for the past few years. All those memories were painful.
Burying my head in my palms, I shut my eyes.
My name is Shiraga Kame.
1st year student at Ishiyama High; age 16.
It was a chuckle that brought me back into reality. My eyes snapped open to see a group of men (2nd years, whom I recognized from my school) ahead of me. Face paling, I realized they were about 6 of them, coming towards me. In an instant, I grabbed my Yumi(Japanese bow) and dashed; running as fast as I could. My heart raced as I heard footsteps close behind me. It felt as if the weather had just dropped a few degrees and my legs were already numbing. I don't think I could run any much longer. My breathing became heavier by the minute. It was as if the ground was getting more and more slippery than before. Speak of the devil. Suddenly I slipped backwards, onto my hind. Letting out a small squeak, I rubbed my back.
"Aww…did the kitten hurt her little ass?" one of the guys sneered as he edged closer to me.
I began to slowly crawl backwards, trying to get up. But before I could I was shoved back onto the ground and one of them took my Yumi. I then got up again and punched the man. He dodged the attack and sent a hit to my gut. I collapsed onto the ground, my hands around my stomach.
Snap!
It then dawned to me that he had snapped my bow in half. Discarding the leftovers he then faced me.
"Pretty useless aren't you without your Yumi, huh Archer?" Another asked with a mischievous smirk plastered all over his face.
At that point, my heart was racing. I won't be able to get away this time. My feet were practically dead. Just then, I felt one of them carry me up bridal style. I struggled, trying to break lose, but was then rewarded with a hard slap onto my face. Pain shot up my cheeks.
I never thought things would end up like this.
"So you're Oga's bitch. You're a pretty one aren't you?"The man who slapped me stated.
I remained silent, unable to speak. I could only feel my eyes tearing up. My breathing slowed. I could feel myself giving in to them. Ogawon't be here to save me this time. Not this time. He's probably with that bitch.
"Yeah, we'll take it out on his little girl friend,"
"I doubt he'll even care,"
Tears began to pour, mixing with the hitting rain on my face. There was no way to express it. I felt betrayed. I was disappointed. I felt like giving up.
"Didn't he have a wife already? She must be a whore to still go after him,"
"He has a baby too. That bastard… cheating his beautiful wife,"
I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. I was scared. I have never felt this useless. This hopeless.
It felt like almost an hour before I heard footsteps coming our way. My eyes snapped open. My vision was blurry. After blinking a few times I caught a sight of blonde hair. My drenched hair covered my eyes, making it harder to see who that person was.
All I knew that he wasn't Oga.