It had been quite a long day. School'd been alrite, boring. Long. I was walking to the bus stop that night from the ballet school after yet another ballet class. I had ballet from 4 – 6 and stayed until 7 to practice by myself. I knew the steps and choreography that were required for the audition, which was in a few weeks. I needed to get in as much practice as I possibly could. I knew the story of Dracula, which Vanessa and I found incredibly fascinating.
It was raining, but there wasnt any thunder or lightning. I had my umbrella over me. I was sitting on the gray cement bus bench waiting for the bus to come. The bench was very uncomfortable. The fact that the only things I'd had to eat that day were Luna bars from my room probably didn't help my discomfort. Thismeant I hadnt eaten much which meant I was losing weight and therefore didnt have much muscle mass for padding, which made the bench just that much more uncomfortable. A large red apartment building was behind the bus bench. As usual at this time of day, Molly, Vanessa, Claire and the boys were out, Dad was at the office and Mom was at her book club meeting.
"Hey," a man said from behind me.
He'd appeared out of nowhere.
I proceeded to ignore him, as I didn't know him.
"You look cold," he told me; "why don't you come inside?"
I sat on the bench, continuing to ignore me. He didn't like this.
Before I knew it, he grabbed me and took me up into the apartment building, up the stairs and into what I assumed was his aparement. I tried to fight him off as well as I could. But he said "you wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?". I did, that's why I was screaming and yelling. He locked his apartment and gave me something to drink; I think it was wine. I couldn't see the bevearage because in September it was usually dark by 5 or 6 and he'd dimmed all the lights.
I could tell, even though I couldnt see him, that he was large.
Within a few seconds I was swept up into a world of pain, men and alcoholism.
