Lurking In the Dark

A/N: I wrote during history class, so if its sucks blame my oh so boring teacher.
when I wrote it I had Dawn from Buffy in mind(I don't know why).
I did some changes - filling the blanks.

It was a dark stormy night when Eve was born.

Eve's mother, Dawn, felt great happiness and released when she heard her baby cries. Happy to hear her baby's cries to hear she is okay and released to know that the only thing that connected her to the man who raped her was out of her.

She knew she shouldn't walk home that night but she had to. She didn't want to be the cause of more anger and disappointment she couldn't handle it, not now, not after her mother died. It's not her fault, she's just a kid, just 16 but already she felt more sorrow and grief then any other teenage she knew.

She bagged him to stop, to leave her alone, to let her go, she tried to fight back but nothing helped, he just hit her harder, hurting her, crushing her soul. When he was finished he just left her there bleeding, sobbing almost dying, wanting to die. A few hours later a woman found her while taking her dog to an early jog, she called 911.

The teenage looked familiar but she couldn't tell with all the blood on her, the woman walked closer, she searched for an ID or something that could help her to find the girl's identity. She found the girl's wallet thrown next to her, inside the wallet there was no money but there was her library card her name was Dawn Summers. She called Buffy the girl's sister .

Nothing was the same after that night; she stayed home for days till the wounds would heal, till pain will stop, till his voice will stop haunting her. A few weeks after the rape Dawn found out she's pregnant. The pain came back, the tears didn't stop.

She couldn't kill the unborn child, so what if it's his it's also hers, 50 percentage of this baby is hers 50 percentage of this baby are pure and innocent just like she was before that night, she repeated that in her head everyday, anytime she wanted to just end her agonizing life and taking her unborn child's life with hers.

Thinking on that 50 percentage helped a little, but she always knew that the other 50 of her baby is still out there, lurking in the dark for his next victim.

THE END

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Be brutal I can take it
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H.B.S.