Scream

Chapter 1

Lost soul

Gabriella

Screams.

They haunt my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning sweaty and warm. Never been the so-called bad girl, try not to disobey, and certainly never deserved what caused my nightmares. My name is Gabriella Montez and I can't rest for one second without hearing my own painful, blood curling screams.

Eight months ago, I was told my family and I were moving from New York to New Mexico. Fleeing the house, I didn't know where I was going but found myself in a dark alley away from all the hustle of the big city. My eyes scanned the area as I sat next to a dumpster before poring my eyes out. As I started to quiet down and relax a little, I heard a vicious laugh that made me turn sharply around to face my follower. When I saw the man I stood up and started to run, but I wasn't fast enough…

That night,

I screamed.

I screamed for help.

I screamed for justice.

I screamed for my innocence being taken away from me that I did not offer.

After the man had up and ran, a couple raced in and saw my seemingly lifeless body. By that time, I was unconscious and prepared to die. The couple called an ambulance and only minutes later I was in a stretcher on my way to the ER. A doctor urgently asked me if I could talk, who I was, and who my parents were. I spoke as loud as I could and all I could get out was "Montez." They searched my pockets and found my I.D. to discover I was only seventeen.

My parents were contacted and raced to the hospital in no time flat. By then I was awake and staring off into space. When they had placed a hand on me, I jumped and screamed over and over again until I realized who it was. Every little touch made memories flash through my head. They were indeed worried, I, their lovable book smart daughter, was now terrified of everything. For days after I got home, I would stare into books and laugh sarcastically at happy endings. I used to fantasize having one, but I didn't believe it could happen anymore. No man was good according to my head. There was no such thing as "Happily Ever After." The world was turned upside down to me and nothing made sense anymore.

Two months later, I was cursed by finding out I was pregnant. I was scared. My life would forever be tainted by this child, a child nonetheless, but that of which given to me unrightfully. I would have to stare at him or her everyday, and everyday the nightmares would come back. A heavy burden was forever mine… As so I thought.

Only five months later, I was in a car accident. It cut me everywhere, broke my arm and three ribs, and I was paralyzed from the waist down. I asked myself how this could get worse but then I received news that I had had a miscarriage, a girl I named Ali. Now you might be thinking that I never wanted this baby, but the thing is that it was still my child and I loved her even through her father's inequities. That night, I cried over the screaming in my head, for my daughter, for my innocence, and for my pain.

July 27th

Now, here I am in Albuquerque in a support group to raise my spirits, a month later. I sit amongst the others as they explained why they were here. I just sat in my wheel chair, with a bandage around my chest and neck, and a cast around my head that covered my hair. Bruising was still visible on my face and arms from the accident but my broken arm healed up. I started to think about other things, but was calmly snapped out of it by the leader.

"Gabriella, would you like to explain why you are here? You don't have to, but it might make you feel better." Mrs. Harris explained.

Nervously, I looked around at the other lost souls around me and began to explain, "My name is Gabriella Montez and I am a victim of rape, great loss, and a terrible accident."

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