So, I'm so sorry for the wait! I've had writer's block and I haven't been able to do much in general. Anyway, I know this escalated quickly, but I hope you like it!

WARNING: This chapter includes mentions, beginnings of gay sexual harrasment/rape. If you do not want to read it, then don't read the end of the chapter, for it's there.

I was trying to decide on what would be the best way to run away.

Bus, Train, Taxi or walking?

So many decisions.

I decided to take the train. It's cheaper and faster than a bus or taxi.

And I really don't have the energy to walk anywhere right now.

But luckily enough, I was already close to the train station.

Anyway, I reached the train station and brought a one-way ticket from Domino City to Tokyo.

That should be far away enough, right?

I boarded onto the train and found a seat. It was pretty much empty, except for a big tall guy sitting on the other side of the carriage.

Before I knew it, the train was already moving.

I had about 6 hours to kill until we arrived in Tokyo, so I got out a book and started reading it.

It was called, "Try to Save A Life". It was about a young teenage girl whose family was dysfunctional. She herself had many health problems, while her Mother had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Anxiety. And her father had severe depression. Her older brother, who was 8 years older than her, was born with ADHD and ADD. Her sister, who was 2 years older than her, was a delinquent and put her through some very traumatic experiences a few years after their parents split up.

The girl ended up being depressed and suicidal, attempting suicide but was saved by her best friend, who was a girl that she had a crush on. She ended up getting bullied for being bisexual. She attempted suicide again, and this time she succeeds.

When I first heard about this book, I was quite interested in how the author came up with the idea for the storyline. Then I found out something very shocking.

It was a book about her life. All of it was a true story because it was the mother who wrote the book about her young 13-year-old daughter who went through everything in the book and committed suicide.

And the suicide notes that the girl in the book writes at the end is exactly what her daughter wrote on hers.

When I heard about all of this, it surprised. Like, seriously surprised me. I couldn't understand at first how a mother could write a book about how her child died. I certainly wouldn't, it would be too painful to relive again.

But then I realised. It was because she didn't want anything to happen like that to anyone again, for she knows what it feels like.

I closed the book and slumped on my seat. I had to go to the toilet.

I stood up and walked to the other side of the train, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up like someone was watching me.

I turned around but saw nothing. The other guy looked asleep.

I walked into the toilet, did my business, washed my hands, and walked out.

A bang sounded and then all of a sudden I was pinned to the floor. I wheezed, out of breath from the sudden impact. I looked up and saw the other man who I thought was asleep.

His black mattered hair fell over his face, his lips were chapped, he was grinning seductively. But the only thing that I could focus on was his eyes. A deep dark blue, almost hypnotising, clouded with lust.

I shivered then gritted my teeth. "What do you want?" I choked out. He smirked. A hand came up and stroked my cheek. "You're quite pretty," He whispered. "and young. Perfect."

I growled. I spat on his face. "What do you want?" I repeated, this time more angrily. He slowly wiped the spit off his face, then growled. "You'll regret that, you bitch." He spat.

He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed, removing my ability to breath. I sputtered and grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hand off but to no avail. He grinned. Uh oh.

He pulled out a knife from somewhere and cut off my shirt, and unzipped my jeans.

I gasped. "Don't… please! Don't….!" I choked out. He laughed evilly then smirked.

He went close to my face that I could feel his breath on me. "Sorry, but no." He said before letting go of my neck and raping my body.

So, if you didn't guess, yes, the plot of the book is in-fact about me and my life. Everything apart from the girl actually succeeding in committing suicide has happened in my life, which part of the depression thing is why I've been unable to write anything for a while. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, the next one should be out in a week or two!