[A month later...]
My eyes fluttered open, to find myself in a bright white room. I was attached to several tubes and a fucking beeping heart monitor. I pulled at the tubes and gasped at the pain. The beeping became louder and quicker.
The next thing I knew what was happening I was having a panic attack. Things got claustrophobic and I couldn't breath. I started to thrash my body against the bed. Nurses came rushing in followed by my sister Lavina. The nurses held me down and waited for me to calm down.
When I did, Lavina ran up to me and held my hand in hers. She burst out crying. "I was so worried Lilly! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"
I wanted to reply, but my throat was saw, which made it difficult to speak. "L-Lavina..." I wheezed.
"I'm so sorry Lilly, I promised mom and dad that I would protect you and I couldn't even do that."
"S-Stop it. I-It's not y-your fault..." I ended up coughing.
Lavina held me in her arms, patting my back. She moved away and handed me a cup of water. I slowly sip and the lukewarm liquid, which was slowly soothing my throat. I pulled a face when I tasted it, causing Lavina to giggle slightly. The water tasted like rusty metal.
As time passed by, I calmed down. "Lilly, some officers would like to ask you some questions about what happened 'that' night. Is that ok?" I hesitated, but I agreed to it.
Not long later, just like she said, two Guardian Corps Officers came in. One asked questions the other wrote down the answers.
"So Lilliana, what was the earliest thing you can remember that night?"
"I-I was heading home after work. I decided to go down the old streets as a shortcut. Then someone knocked me out..." I whisper.
"Was there just one person?"
"No. Two, I think."
"Did you recognise any of them?"
Scott. "N-No." I lied. I couldn't say his name, I was too afraid to say it. Would he come back to kill me or let his friend rape me again, if he found out I reported his name?
The other officer finished writing down my statements and finished with their questions. They decided not to press on further due to the fact I was fucking stressed out like hell.
[A Week Later]
"Lavina, I want to move out of Palumpolum. I want to move into Bodhum."
"What!?" She screams at the top her lungs.
"I want to start a new life. I want to live somewhere I don't have to be reminded of the horrors I've suffered."
"B-But..." She whispers to herself.
"I'm really sorry Lavina. You will need to look after the shop yourself. I do love you. I love you so much, please understand..."
Lavina comes over and hugs me. I return the hug. "You're my baby sis, Lilly. I promised mom and dad, that I would protect you. But if you think Bodhum will be better then I totally respect it." She whispers in my ear.
"Thank you..."
[Another week later...]
I have now moved into a small beach hut-like house on the coast of Bodhum. The walls are made out beautiful bamboo wood, and a straw like roofing. It's water-proof of course. The house is pretty bare itself though. Not much furniture is here apart from the Kitchen, bathroom, a glossy black & glass table with matching chairs and a bed in the main bedroom. There are two bedrooms. One will be mine; the other shall be a guest bedroom, just in case Lavina might visit. I have a feeling she will visit often.
Damn. There's nothing in the fridge for a drink, and I don't feel like drinking water. If I'm correct there's a bar on the beach, I overheard someone talking about it. I think it belongs to some weird group of teens and people in their 20's, something like that.
I head out the house and pull up the hood of my long black leather coat. Black leather jacket in this weather!? You might ask, but I have a reason why I'm wearing such clothes.
Since 'that' night, I can't bare to go out and let people look at my filthy skin. It's tainted, people will avoid me. People are still talking about it, since it was released on the news 2 weeks ago.
I use to wear short clothing, but now I wear long clothing that can cover me from head to toe. I now wear leather trousers; knee-length boots with a slight dash of colour on the laces; a white button down shirt with long poof sleeves; and my leather coat.
I walk along the beach, the heels of my boots sink into the sand. I began to feel uncomfortable, because I kept feeling the stares of people looking at me. They must either think I'm an odd person or they've probably recognise me.
I finally make it to the bar. I walk to the counter and keep my head low. A girl who must be my age maybe a little older welcomed me. I ordered a random fruit smoothie of the menu. When I received the smoothie, I thanked her quietly and found a seat at a table at the back of the place.
I sipped at it quietly and awkwardly. I notice a group of people kept looking at me. Did they recognise me? There were 4 people there, including the girl who was at the counter.
A tall muscular blonde guy, a kind of short blonde guy kind of cute actually, another tall muscular guy with flaming-orange hair. Oh god, he looks scary as hell, I hope I never run into trouble with him, and he looks like he could break me like a twig.
I notice the bar girl and the tall blondie began to walk towards me. Oh god, what's going to happen!? I stood up and coward under the mans height.
"Excuse me? Would you mind removing your hood? You're making some of the other customers uncomfortable." The bar girl asks me, smiling at me. Don't trust her! I gulped and shook my head.
The tall muscular guy grabbed my arm fiercely. "Hey, you should listen to her. She even asked you nicely." I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but I ended up falling to the floor. He and his friends gasped. It took me a while, but I realised why. My hood had fallen off, exposing my bruised face and the long scar across my eye.
"Hey, aren't you that girl from the news?" The muscular guy asked, shocked.
I stayed silent and shuffled backwards. The guy looked panicked. "Hey! I didn't mean to harm you or anything!" He tried to get closer to me and pull me up. I slapped his hand away and screamed.
"No! Get away from me!" I screamed. I quickly got up and ran out the bar. I was limping slightly, due to my unhealed wounds in my leg and stomach. Tears were on the brim of my eyes.
I pulled my hood up and quickly ran back to my house. As soon as I got in, I slammed the door shut. I threw myself on the sofa, crying my eyes out. Eventually after my emotional episode, I fell asleep.
...
A knocking sound woke me up. Fear coursed through my veins. It's him. He's back, he's gonna hurt me. No!
I took a few deep breaths calming myself. I got up and walked to the door. It wasn't that r-rapist who hurt me, but... My face paled immediately.
"Hello..."
