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Two Weeks Later
I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to have to face him, I wasn't ready. Not yet, at least. So, I sat here on the bench outside of school, staring into the cerulean sky. It was comforting to see the open blue sky, not a cloud in sight, to feel the sunlight prickling warmth on my skin. It was calming, because I knew I was safe here. I was safe, until I chose to go home.
The thought made me shiver. His drunken face staring down at me with those cold, black eyes. His screeching laugh that me tremble in fear. His twisting grip on me; the grip that held me prisoner in my body. And his bite. Someone who watched from a distance would see it as a forced kiss, but I called it a bite. His teeth would bite my skin wherever he chose to graze, and if I ever tried to pull away he would rip my skin off of me. Bleeding wounds, fiery venom, and no tears could fall….
I was shaking now, staring feebly down at my hands that lay gripping each other on my lap. I'm sure I was crying, because I could feel the warm stickiness on my face. I hated every thought, moment, and nightmare about his violent ways. I wanted every second of my life to reverse itself, for the world to continue on without me. I wish I could do that. But I had to endure it all, and I could do nothing to stop it.
I wasn't sure how long I'd been lost in my lurid thoughts, but I was suddenly snapped back to reality when a hand slinked around mine. I looked up in surprise to meet the person's face, and immediately lost all frightening thoughts.
After my last encounter with him, I had done some research on my savior. His name was Richard Grayson, and he had just transferred here three weeks ago. He had made fast friends with Garfield Logan and Victor Stone, and almost every girl in school was after him. Normally, he would have been just another crush I had. Just another guy, a guy that would never look me in the eye. But he had done something extraordinary, something that told me he was not just another crush. He had made me smile. Just like he was doing right now.
"Hey, Kory," he said, his sultry voice music to my ears. "Are you alright?"
I knew he was talking to me. I knew he cared about me. But I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to get my hopes up, just to have them come crashing down again. "Yeah," I said, trying not to look him in the eye.
"Your crying," he said, his voice deep with concern.
"I know," I say.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's just…," I begin, trying to think up an explanation. "I get picked on a lot, and I'm getting sick of it."
"Oh," he says, understanding. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth. "Is that where you get the bruises from?"
That caught me off guard. I did my best to hide them, and there weren't any showing with the clothes I wore. "How did you know about my bruises?"
"A girl told me," he stated simply.
"Yeah," I say, "that's where I got them from."
"They beat you up?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"Can I make you a promise?" he asks, looking into my eyes.
And my hopes soared. They soared out of reach, and I could never get them to come back down again, unless they fell. His deep sapphire eyes filled with concern, his sincere smile that made my mind come out of its dark pool. The way he made me smile back at him. I loved him, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting him.
"Sure," I say, trying to calm my thumping heart. I have no idea what he might say….
"I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again," he says, smiling at me. He means it….
I wish his words were true. I wish he could really stop the beatings and rapes. I wish he could stop everything, and we would just be together. Even though he meant every word he said, none of it was true.
I'm ready to break down. I'm ready to drop dead from fighting my life. I can't stand it anymore! I love him, but I can't have him. He wants to protect me, but he could never get close. My heart drops deeper into its dark pool, falling faster into the cold oblivion.
Tears begin to leak from my eyes, and I try my best to wipe them away. He pulls me against him, and just holds me there. Just holding me, just caring for me, just comforting me, and nothing more. It made the tears fall faster.
The world began to spin, and my thoughts were lost in a dark stupor. I felt my feet push myself up from the bench, his warm chest leaving my side. With my heart cold and confused, I run.
I do the only thing I know how to do, the only thing that can send my mind into an emotionless void. Everything is so numb, so dead…. It helps the pain of my thoughts, the pain of wanting something I can never have. The pain of my dreams.
Running faster. Run. I ran.
To the door
Into my home
Into his hard chest
Onto the floor
Feel the blood poor
Escape my reality
Flee from my prison
To where?
Nowhere
Right here
On the floor
Feel the blood poor….
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Sorry if the poem was a bit off. I couldn't think of a way to end this, and I just started rhyming words.
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