I ran. I screamed and cried as the world around me twisted and turned. The lights surrounding me were too bright, they blurred my vision and chased me into the darkness. I could only make sense of one thing: the faster I ran, the faster I could get away from that house… away from HIM.
Images played through my mind blending into sounds, voices, and laughter until it all morphed into one single image.
Mike.
I stumbled through the streets, turning, trying to read the street names. Where am I? I fell in frustration. Tears stung my eyes as the pain shooting through my body registered. As I looked towards my arms images of being tied burned through me. Lips on mine, a tongue forcing them to open. I shivered in fright as I felt his hot, disgusting breath in my ear reminding me, "No one can help you now."
I remember struggling against him, trying to move, to push him off of me and nothing happening. His lips trailing down my neck, his hands lifting my shirt…
"No! No, no, no…" I couldn't stay here, he would find me and then- no, I had to leave.
I tried to get up but my legs weren't going anywhere. In my desperation I got on my hands and knees and began crawling down the street. The ground was too rough, I was too slow. I wasn't going anywhere.
A dog barked in the distance, making me flinch. I was slowly regaining my senses, I could feel the damp coldness on my skin, the bruises forming on my body. It was too much to feel.
Again, I tried to stand. This time, on shaky legs, I managed. I grimaced as the pain became close to unbearable, but I forced myself to continue. I walked until the fog was too thick for me to see, I turned, willing myself to find something familiar—anything at all.
My vision blurred once more as tears welled up in my eyes. Frustrated I let myself fall to the ground. I was too tired, too broken to fight anymore. As rain fell over me I closed my eyes and remembered…
I give up Mike, it was over for me now, you win.