Warning: This chapter is a little graphic! A LITTLE.
[Chapter 5][In the Midst of Darkness]
She stood at the staircase, gazing out the windows. She saw the football team in their uniform and their helmets down below her. It was amusing, seeing those big, fat shoulders. She watched them as they punched each other in a joking manner and how they fidgeted with their outfit. They had almost forgot how it was like to be on the team. She could tell that they were talking about their summer. Maybe about girls at the beach. But she remembered HER summer. She was still in Japan.
A small group began to form next to her. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:30, the exact time when the club president had told her they were leaving online. Shyly, she walked up to a boy and asked him if that was the tutoring club. Yes, it was. She replied with happy thanks and began to stick closely to the group. They started walking and she followed. Out the door and down to the subways. The whole group got into an A train. It wasn't as crowded as she had thought it would be. She quietly slipped in and took the position near the door. There was always a sign that said to never lean on the door but she never listened. She liked the view of the subways better there. Didn't mind standing also.
She stared out, watching as the train goes into the dirty tunnels and stopping with an earsplitting halt at stations. People walked in and out, blocking her sight. But not all. She saw homeless people sitting on the ground. They always were the same with a sad, lonesome face. Some she saw had no legs. Others with one arm. All holding a coffee cup, shaking it hopefully. No one saw them no matter how much they shook the few coins. No one cared to stop to give them even a quarter. They all just hurried past them. She frowned, knowing they would be there all night for not even a dollar collected. She made a mental note to herself: if I see those people anywhere today, I'll donate them at least two dollars.
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She walked out of the school briskly. It was seven o'clock at night. She knew she spent too much time tutoring the middle school boy. Everyone else in the club from Tucci had left. Are you sure?, they asked her. They knew she was just a freshman. You could get lost you know and you never know what can happen to you, they gave her a soft smile. No, it's all right. She had given them a brighter smile. Nice girl, they all thought as they left the library and gave her a last glance. She was smiling as her pupil scribbled some numbers on to the already written paper. They sat at a table, with pencil shavings here and there. That's great!, she exclaimed. She had helped him perfect his algebra skills. Tutoring was just something she loved to do. It got her mind off things. A lot of things. She loved the feeling of helping another. It was heaven to her. I'm sure you'll get into Tucci like this!, she patted his head. The boy knew it was a childish gesture but he just glowed. She brought out the best in him. The most talented, but also the laziest student. Amazing, his teacher lurked in the back of a bookshelf. She watched everything. That girl is an absolute miracle.
Her heartbeat quickened as she walked across the dark streets, with a pink binder, her English journal and a book bag slung over her left shoulder. She hated the darkness of night. The shadows still scared her. She trembled from the cold; she had only worn a thin windbreaker that day. She looked around, trying to place the scenery with the pictures of stores she memorized when her club showed her the way to the school. No use. She was inevitably lost. And she knew it.
She strolled around to ask storekeepers for directions. But most of them couldn't speak English. No duh, Sakura, she blinked. This is Chinatown!, she reminded herself. After her sixth try, she absent-mindedly reached into her pocket. She forgot that she had left it at home. Well, at least I have some quarters. She began to look for a payphone and finally found one in front of a dead end. More like an alley. She was about to pick it up and put in her coin when she heard a voice behind her.
"Madam, that phone isn't working." She turned around, suddenly. She almost jumped. He was a blonde haired man, maybe of twenty years old. Robust, handsome and charming even in the moonlight. She smiled, nicely.
"Oh, well." She put down the receiver. "I'll just find another one to use. Thank you. It would have swallowed up my-"
He grabbed her around her waist.
"Ah!" Her heart almost stopped as a scream escaped from her. The man covered her mouth roughly. She squirmed but she was nothing to him. Her eyes widened with fear as she dropped her books. He ripped off her book bag and snickered. It was then that he could smell the alcohol from his mouth.
"MMfphh."
It was useless to cry for help. To get away. She had no way of defending herself. He dragged her into the dead end. She could feel his damp breath against her cheek. He was sweating and probably had no clue what he was doing. He almost stumbled over a rock with the frightened girl in his arms. Pressing her up against the wall, uncovered her mouth and smashed his mouth against hers. Her saliva mixed with his. Tears were falling down her cheek. All her strength was gone as slowly and gradually, she could fight no longer. Too weak to even speak. She was falling herself. Falling into the torture of this intoxinated male. He lowered his hands onto her body. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt but he got them unbuttoned them. She screamed in her mind. But nothing came out.
She felt cold. The streetlights became a blur to her. She almost couldn't feel his hands on her, caressing her everywhere.
She fainted.
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She woke up. In a van.
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Any criticism? x.O;;
[Chapter 5][In the Midst of Darkness]
She stood at the staircase, gazing out the windows. She saw the football team in their uniform and their helmets down below her. It was amusing, seeing those big, fat shoulders. She watched them as they punched each other in a joking manner and how they fidgeted with their outfit. They had almost forgot how it was like to be on the team. She could tell that they were talking about their summer. Maybe about girls at the beach. But she remembered HER summer. She was still in Japan.
A small group began to form next to her. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:30, the exact time when the club president had told her they were leaving online. Shyly, she walked up to a boy and asked him if that was the tutoring club. Yes, it was. She replied with happy thanks and began to stick closely to the group. They started walking and she followed. Out the door and down to the subways. The whole group got into an A train. It wasn't as crowded as she had thought it would be. She quietly slipped in and took the position near the door. There was always a sign that said to never lean on the door but she never listened. She liked the view of the subways better there. Didn't mind standing also.
She stared out, watching as the train goes into the dirty tunnels and stopping with an earsplitting halt at stations. People walked in and out, blocking her sight. But not all. She saw homeless people sitting on the ground. They always were the same with a sad, lonesome face. Some she saw had no legs. Others with one arm. All holding a coffee cup, shaking it hopefully. No one saw them no matter how much they shook the few coins. No one cared to stop to give them even a quarter. They all just hurried past them. She frowned, knowing they would be there all night for not even a dollar collected. She made a mental note to herself: if I see those people anywhere today, I'll donate them at least two dollars.
----
She walked out of the school briskly. It was seven o'clock at night. She knew she spent too much time tutoring the middle school boy. Everyone else in the club from Tucci had left. Are you sure?, they asked her. They knew she was just a freshman. You could get lost you know and you never know what can happen to you, they gave her a soft smile. No, it's all right. She had given them a brighter smile. Nice girl, they all thought as they left the library and gave her a last glance. She was smiling as her pupil scribbled some numbers on to the already written paper. They sat at a table, with pencil shavings here and there. That's great!, she exclaimed. She had helped him perfect his algebra skills. Tutoring was just something she loved to do. It got her mind off things. A lot of things. She loved the feeling of helping another. It was heaven to her. I'm sure you'll get into Tucci like this!, she patted his head. The boy knew it was a childish gesture but he just glowed. She brought out the best in him. The most talented, but also the laziest student. Amazing, his teacher lurked in the back of a bookshelf. She watched everything. That girl is an absolute miracle.
Her heartbeat quickened as she walked across the dark streets, with a pink binder, her English journal and a book bag slung over her left shoulder. She hated the darkness of night. The shadows still scared her. She trembled from the cold; she had only worn a thin windbreaker that day. She looked around, trying to place the scenery with the pictures of stores she memorized when her club showed her the way to the school. No use. She was inevitably lost. And she knew it.
She strolled around to ask storekeepers for directions. But most of them couldn't speak English. No duh, Sakura, she blinked. This is Chinatown!, she reminded herself. After her sixth try, she absent-mindedly reached into her pocket. She forgot that she had left it at home. Well, at least I have some quarters. She began to look for a payphone and finally found one in front of a dead end. More like an alley. She was about to pick it up and put in her coin when she heard a voice behind her.
"Madam, that phone isn't working." She turned around, suddenly. She almost jumped. He was a blonde haired man, maybe of twenty years old. Robust, handsome and charming even in the moonlight. She smiled, nicely.
"Oh, well." She put down the receiver. "I'll just find another one to use. Thank you. It would have swallowed up my-"
He grabbed her around her waist.
"Ah!" Her heart almost stopped as a scream escaped from her. The man covered her mouth roughly. She squirmed but she was nothing to him. Her eyes widened with fear as she dropped her books. He ripped off her book bag and snickered. It was then that he could smell the alcohol from his mouth.
"MMfphh."
It was useless to cry for help. To get away. She had no way of defending herself. He dragged her into the dead end. She could feel his damp breath against her cheek. He was sweating and probably had no clue what he was doing. He almost stumbled over a rock with the frightened girl in his arms. Pressing her up against the wall, uncovered her mouth and smashed his mouth against hers. Her saliva mixed with his. Tears were falling down her cheek. All her strength was gone as slowly and gradually, she could fight no longer. Too weak to even speak. She was falling herself. Falling into the torture of this intoxinated male. He lowered his hands onto her body. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt but he got them unbuttoned them. She screamed in her mind. But nothing came out.
She felt cold. The streetlights became a blur to her. She almost couldn't feel his hands on her, caressing her everywhere.
She fainted.
----
She woke up. In a van.
----
Any criticism? x.O;;