Entry #1
January 12th 1967
I looked at the streets in disgust. Kids no older than me passed a cigarette between each other, thinking it was cool. Me, I just hated the smell. I lurked in the shadows observing everything. I looked around for anyone remotely like me. Anyone observing, really seeing. Not guessing and going with it. I looked around desperately, until I saw him. He had a look of suspicion in his eyes me as he watched me scan the crowd. I flashed him a smile, but his expression never changed. He had red hair, and and sharp dark blue eyes. I wondered what my mother would have to say about me even looking at him, considering I was only twelve, and practically rich, while this guy looked homeless.
I looked down a little and began to walk away. I didn't know if the man's eyes were still on me. Plus it didn't matter. Not now while I was walking away.
I sighed, and moved back the thick coat sleeve that covered my arm and looked at the time. "God, it's late," I muttered, hurrying my steps. "Mother's going to kill me."
I sped walk down the street, looking back to see if the man was still there. He wasn't, and that made me feel kind of sad, but I pushed it down, and mumbled, "I fucking hate being a girl," I rolled my eyes and smiled, even though I didn't feel like it. "But, I still have power."
I continued my way down the block, looking both ways before crossing the street and dashing down the alleyway on the other side. I was never going to walk through an alley again. Another shiver went down my spin as a memory wafted around my head. I passed a group of smoking kids, them checking me out. They looked at my expensive jewelry, and clothes that I didn't want, or like.
"Hey miss," One called, I froze for a second, and then continued to walk. "Hey, it's not nice to walk away from someone when he's talking to you."
I looked back around and rolled my eyes. It was high schools. The ones who were in gangs, and did drugs and all of that stupid shit. "I don't feel that I have to talk to you. I don't even know you." I said calmly, staring at all of their faces. Eight high school males. I groaned and turned around again, jogging away, and praying they wouldn't follow.
"Hey! Miss," One shouted, and I heard charging feet behind me. "Is there a reason you walkin away so fast? Come back and let's talk."
"I don't even know you." I snapped, looking back to see they were running after me. "What do you want?" I yelled, slowing. "Do you want my jewels? Do you want my coat? What?" I asked, turning and slowly walking backwards. I was facing them, though I didn't really see them in the dim lighting.
"Nah, we could get those things anytime," The boy said again. He looked at me up and down. "But, your pretty little face is a rare sight." Instantly my mind wandered to a dark place.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked slowly.
"It could mean a lot of things." He reached out his hand to touch my face, but I swatted it away.
"Please explain," I said firmly, giving him a warning glare. "I don't really get what you mean."
"You will." He whispered, then shot an arm out to grab me, but I side stepped it and backed away.
"I still have no idea what you mean." I said. I was teasing him now, and he didn't even know it. He probably thought I was an innocent rich kid.
"Do I have to spell it out?" He ask in a disgusted way. I nodded. "I want to get you in bed, alone, tonight." He growled, stepping forward, and he peered over me. I made a grossed out face.
"Dude, I'm not old enough for that, gross." I said, backing away farther, until I was at the side of the road. I looked back and stepped down carefully.
"You do know that this really doesn't have anything to do with what you think." He said, trying to act like he was better than me.
"Yeah, I know that," I started, giving him a sharp look, my tone matching the look in my eyes. "But it's more of what I know, and belief. Get out of here pervert."
"What did you just call me?" He asked roughly. I stuck my head up.
"Pervert."
"You little bitch." He swung at me but I jumped back shocked and looking at him wide eyed. I didn't expect him to swing at me. His words swiveled around my head.
'The one and only.' I thought, a sour expression taking over my confusion. I shook my head a little, clearing my thoughts.
"Go away," I said, backing up again, he walked forward, his little group staying at the side of the road. "I'll hurt you." I warned as he advanced.
"I dare you."
I scowled and stepped forward pushing him the chest, and then turning and running down the street. A car or two was passing as I broke into the darker side of town, away from home, but I didn't care. My high heels slowed me down quite a lot so I quickly slipped them off and then began to run down the street. I made a left at the corner and ran into a man. A very muscular man, that backed up with a grunt. I looked up, my eyes widening fearfully. It was the man with red hair. I inhaled sharply at his cruel gaze and said a fast sorry before zipping past him. I felt his head turn and watch me as I ran down the street and made another left.
I was now in the deserted part of town, miles from home. I stopped to catch my breath and looked around. The only thing that lite this part of town up, was the dim moon that was hidden in the clouds. I bit my lip glossed lip and walked forward, scanning the area, making sure they weren't here.
I felt waves of exhaustion flow through me. i let my self stumble to the back of a shut down factory. I leaned up against the stone wall, letting my legs slide slowly from under me and sighed. I must have lost them a long time ago, but never realized it. I scoffed at my own behavior, and looked around again. I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.
It was awhile before I got up and looked around again, I walked to the end of the block and turned the corner. If the man was still there, then I would give him a real sorry instead of whatever I gave him last time.
I turned back around the corner and stopped.
All of the boys were bloodied and bruised lying on the ground, the dim moonlight showing me their common features. I wouldn't even be able to recognize them if there hadn't been eight of them. I winced at the sight, and looked around. Had the red headed man done that? No. That's not possible. The man might have been muscular, but he was also about just as tall as me. It just wouldn't be possible, right?
"Umm," I said looking around. I couldn't just leave these boys there could I? I know what they had tried to do wasn't the smartest, but... I looked at them and then my gaze hardened, the memory wafting around my head again. "Nevermind." I mumbled.
I walked past them briskly, and never took my eyes off of the end of the block ahead. If I was to look at them again I would have to do something, even if they didn't deserve it. I made it to that block and looked at my watch again. It read: 10:54. I paled and increased my speed to a jog, jogging and making a right, trying to go backwards. I looked around. Damn. It was too dark to really see anything.
"What are you doing out this late at night?" A man's kind voice asked. I turned and saw something that looked like a man but then it's head was like an owl's. I made a confused face as my eyes widened.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"I'm Nite Owl," He said kindly, sticking out his hand. "You never answered my question."
"I didn't feel I had to. It's none of your business." I glared at his extended hand.
A man chuckled, it was deep and bone chilling, but in a good-ish way.
"She's kind of smart," His voice rumbled. It was kind of deep, but then choppy like stone. "Nite Owl, try to be formal."
I didn't say anything, not wanting to talk to strangers, yet not wanting to take my eyes off of them.
"What do you want?" I asked kind of rudely.
"We just wanted to know what you were doing out here so late."
"It's, again, none of your business. I don't even know who you are. Plus, my mother wouldn't allow me talking to strangers, let alone answer their questions." I said calmly, giving them both a hard stare.
The same man chuckled again, while Nite Owl seemed stumped, and little confused.
"Just go away, and do something," I suggested. "I don't want your help, nor do I want to talk to you." With that I turned a little, and kept an eye on them, and walked away. I heard the other man chuckle a little, and couldn't help but to have a small smiled form on my lips. It was so deep, that it was kind of relaxing. I shivered at the thought. How old was that guy? I mean come on, even I have limits. I hurried down the street, breaking back into the world of life and bright lights. It seemed as you turned from the corner everything went from mute to full blast, and I hated it. I glared at the passing cars, and sighed as I stepped on the side of the road, waving for a cab to come and pull over, so I could go home.
"Taxi!" I called. "Taxi!" I called again and smiled when one of the many yellow cars pulled over and I happily climbed into the back.
"Where to?" The man asked, before I could even settle. I slammed the door shut and off he went.
"Up Northern Half of town, I need to get home."
I saw his eyes dart from me in his mirror to the road. He finally asked, "What's a shrimp like you doing out this late?"
"Ah, I was partying." I lied.
"On a Thursday."
I decided to play stupid with him, it really wasn't his business anyway.
"What?" I gave him a shocked look. "I thought it was Friday. Damn, I need a calendar." I shook my head and leaned back, galncing at my watch. Now it read: 11:25.
He made a sharp turn, jerking the car and making me fall over and press my face to the side of the car window. I narrowed my eyes at the shadows that still where in the street I had just turned from. I sighed and pushed myself from the window and looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I had awhile till we got to where wanted to go and so I stripped of my coat, gloves and was left with a tank-top and long, skin tight black pants that breathed with black high heels. I saw the man smile a little as he looked at my appearance, and decided to ignore it.
I looked out of the window, and was confused on the route he was taking. I didn't question him, he must have known the roads better than me, I mean he was a taxi driver.
"So, you went somewhere looking like that, huh?" He asked, in a tone I couldn't quite classify.
"Yeah, all of the time." I answered nonchalantly, leaning back against the seat.
"What kind of party did you go to?"
"The one with no adults."
"So that kind of party." I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"The one with alcohol, and..." His eyes held hunger, "sex." I winced, disgusted.
"What the hell dude. I don't do that." He looked at me in the mirror.
"You got the body for it." That statement shocked me and made me feel uncomfortable.
"Alright pull over."
"No can do, I'm in the ghetto part of town, I won't let you out."
"Ghetto? Why are you going south, take me North!"
"Money isn't going to be able to pay me, with that body, no amount of money would ever satisfy me." I stared wide eyed at him.
My hand shot to the side of the car, and I tried to open the door. But it was locked.
"Look, think of this as doing you a favor." He said softly.
What the hell?!
He rolled to a stop and put the car in park, then placed a hand on the wheel and one on the passenger seat's shoulder, looking back at me.
"It will only hurt for a little bit." He assured.
"No, stay away from me. Drive me home. I-I'll pay you extra."
"You'll pay me with your body."
"I have cash."
"I don't take that, not anything. Just your body." He turned in his seat and placed both hands on the back on the shoulders of the seats.
"No!" I shouted, hitting him in the stomach. He grabbed my arm and pulled my closer. "Stop!" I cried as he placed a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to lie down. I screamed, just to hope he would get off, leave me alone, something. "Help!" I yelled, drawing out the word. The man slapped my in the face to shut up.
"No one will hear you, but me. So give up." I felt tears brim my eyes and fall. "Aw, already crying." He taunted. Hell yes, I have a creepy man touching me!
"HELP ME!" I yelled, my throat becoming dry as my eyes watered. "Please!" I whispered. I struggled against him, pushing him away, shifting to try and get him to fall. No he was laying on top of me. "Help! M-" The man placed his lips on mine and I screamed, moving around under him, hoping he would fall. The man took my scream as a chance to stick his slippery and rough tongue in my mouth. I gagged.
But he didn't he stayed on top of me, picking off my clothes and holding me down with unknown strength. Once I was only in my bra and underwear, I felt him heave himself up a little to take off his clothes, and I tried to slide out from under him, he didn't stop me.
He ripped his shirt off and smirked. "Aw," He cooed, I pressed myself against the door of the small car. Why did this have to happen? All I wanted to do was just go home, I mentally sobbed. "You moved so I didn't have to move you myself, how nice." I whimpered, though from how quiet it was I think it might have just been mental. I started to try and kick him but he grabbed my legs and moved in between them. I felt more tears fall as I tried to punch him and hit him in the face, hard. He clenched his jaw and sat back, his breathing heavy as he used on of his hands to massage his jaw. I turned around and started to pound on the glass, yelling for help, and trying to open the door but to no avail. The window was too thick to break, especially with my flimsy arms, the possibility of anyone hearing me was slim to none, these windows were very thick and the door was still tightly locked shut.
I heard the man growl, making my head snap his way, and the next second my head was slammed into the window, the force made the glass crack a little and my head start to bleed. I felt the car shift and then he was leaning over me and speaking into my ear, "What did I tell you? No one will hear you but me. I want only moans coming from those lips..." He trailed off as he started to nibble on my earlobe and I let out a fresh new round of sobs. He let his lips travel downward, to the back of my neck the base of my neck, my shoulder, his prickly face scratching my skin. He sat back and I tried to hit him anywhere, but he grabbed my wrists and brought them above my head, using one hand to keep mine above me, he started to shimmy out of his pants.
I sucked in a deep breath and tried to use his decrease in strength in a way so that I could try to knock him unconscious, then I would be able to get out and leave without being raped. My sister had told me multiple times that being raped was much worse than what people make it out to be, and much harder to escape. She had always told me this before she killed herself. The thought made my moms voice ring in my ears "What? She killed herself for being a whore? Pathetic, you better not be anything like your sister, that little bitch deserved to die!" The words made my tears stop and as I thought of a good plan, knowing my mind would start pounding in a matter of seconds, and the wound would gush only more blood.
But it seemed as though fate had already decided my time on thinking was up because the sudden sound of glass shattering filled my ears and I slammed my eyes shut, not wanting shards in my eyes. I heard the man grunt as something hit him in the face. He fell on me, and I groaned as all of his weight crashed down on me. My world seemed to spin slowly as I heard to the door rip off. Someone's really strong. I thought bitterly. Then man was dragged off of me and I heard him land harshly on the ground. I heard a couple sounds of someone beating another and then a snap that made my bones rattle.
"You okay?" A deep, rumbly voice asked. I stayed still, not wanting to be addressed, and I just layed there, trembling. "Hey." I whimpered highly in response.
"I just wanted to go home." I sobbed, curling up and sitting my knees on the floor of the car.
"Hm." He grunted.
"Rorschach," It was that weird owl man's voice. I felt my body tense and everything go dry. "What do we do with him?"
"Take him to jail." The deep, rumbly voice grunted. I felt we as tears streamed down my face, dampening the hands. I still didn't know what they were going to do with me.
"And what about the girl, this is something I'm not really experienced with."
My clothes, I thought. Give me my clothes.
I reached for my shirt, and slowly put it on, knowing their eyes were on me.
I shook a little and tried to cover myself further, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and cry, long and hard. I didn't want to go back to my mother now, and my head hurt. I reached a hand slowly to the back of my head and felt a around a little. I was bleeding, so it was a good thing I wasn't really planning on going back to her and father. They would kill me, or worse, compare me to my dead sister, and my perfect older brother.
"God, she's bleeding." The owl human said, coming into view. A costume. He was in a costume.
"No, fucking dip." I snapped, shaking a little at my outburst.
"Hey, we want to help you. Think of us as friends." He said kindly, giving me a small smile.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not in my mood for 'friends'." I said softly through clenched teeth.
"Would you like us to take you home?" The man offered. I stared at the man like he was an idiot, like he was acting.
I didn't even give him the satisfaction of an answer, I just ignored the stares the best I could and slipped my clothes on, just as I was putting on my shoe I sat up and looked at Nite Owl, who had had a chipper smile on his face that made me want to punch him. "No."
His smile died and I mentally had a celebration. "But-" Night Owl was interrupted by the guy with the mask.
"She said no, Nite, lets go." The man with the mask turned around and started to walk away, Nite owl looked at me then at his retreating partner and sighed.
"Sorry, gotta go. See you around." Nite Owl waved goodbye then disappeared out of my sight, jogging to his partner.
When Nite Owl left I finally saw the bloodied body of the man that had tried- and almost succeeded- to rape me. His face was so smashed in you couldn't even see who really was and the blood, oh the blood, it was everywhere! Leaking from a spot on his head, from his nose, or what I think was nose, and then leaking from the side of his mouth. Had the one with the mask done that? Damn! Maybe I should have kept my eyes open. But then again the one with the mask was small, maybe the guy was beaten up by Nite Owl, yeah Nite Owl seemed to have the right build for that.
I climbed slowly out of the car, wiping my eyes and breathing in. This wasn't my usual environment, and I wasn't going home anytime soon, I knew that. Maybe I can still catch up? I shook the thought out of my head and jogged forward. I needed to get out of this neighborhood. Anything. Something. I wanted to be alone, but I wanted someone to cry with me. I wanted my sister, Alice. No, I needed her. How fucking dare her for taking her life, for leaving me, and now I needed her more than ever, and she wasn't even here. I sat down, and leaned my head against the wall. The chilly night whipped and stung my skin, making me want to seek warmth, though I didn't want any, not now. Everything was just a downward spiral. I placed my head in my hands and let streamy tears drip from my eyes. Only Alice would have understood me. Only she understands what I go through, only her because she experienced it. Our perfect older brother never got half of what we did. It wasn't fair either.
"Life isn't fair," I whispered to myself, then quoted my sister's last words to myself, "'But all is fair in love and war. Well that's bullshit.'" I smiled a little.
The man moaned, and I jumped, looking at him with wide eyes. I needed to go. I shot up, dizzying myself a little. I quickly leaned on the brick wall for support and then my knees clasped from under me, and all was black.
A/N: Hello readers, this is entry #1 of 7 or 8... though this story will have more than 10 chapters that you can be sure of. Review, because if you reading this then I'm positive you already read what was above. Anyway. This is the actual beginning of the story/diary of Irene. There won't be to many A/N because I know that sometimes it annoys people. So, REVIEW!
