Chapter Three. Yes, another one
WARNING: Some phendolphia...sp? Probably not. Worth a try.
**********
Sarah ran as fast as her barefooted feet could go, her heart beating habitualy against her
chest, her bob legnth, plantum blonde hair, followed by blue and green streaks was damp with sweat.
Her pants hanged tangled infront of her forehead. Her sea green eyes wonder around, her silver studded
eyebrow ring was actually on her eyebrow this time. Though how it got there, she never knew.
She, off into the distance, hears a loud screetching sound against the metal. She all of the sudden is in
a boilor room, a dim light, steamy hot boilor room, must like the old abandoned power plant thats towards the end
of town. Curiously, and some what out of fear, she walks..as she walks another screetching of blades is heard
in the background. This time louder---closer.
She only wore a black over grown shirt, an old SOAD concert one..or just a plain SOAD one. She doesn't know.
"What's wrong? The witch is having a nightmare?" a gruff, dark, gritty voice asks her.
"Bastard! I'm a Druid! Get it right."
Before the blades touched her stomache, her alarm beeped automaticaly, in the middle of the night like it
somehow always does.
Fucked.Up.
She grabed a hold of her cross. It was true, she lost her faith in God two years ago, but she feels that
it was for the best. But somehow, she clutched the cross, her Nana's cross, to her chest, not for faith or prayer
, but for comfort. Her nana always was good at that.
All of the sudden, she felt arms come around her, pulling her back to the bed, roughly and forcingly.
"Miss me, bitch?" The gritty voices asks as he pins the sixteen year old down to her messy bed, straddling her. He leans over
her, slowly, towering over her inches abover her lips. "Did ya?" He asks, slowly, and tauntingly, he lickes her bottom lips. Savoring her
youth, her chasity. Yes, Sarah, the rebel of Springwood was a virgin.
And he knew it.
Freddy trails his hand up her night shirt, his blades cutting her flesh to her hip bone. Sarah winces in sharp pain,
all the whit in the world couldn't save her now.
"It always hurts when it happens the first time.."
Soon, the beeping did come on, and it was 7:00 A.M. flashing. Sitting up in bed slowly, looking around.
It was just a dream.
Intill she winces in a sharp pain erupting from her right leg, where blood smeared her bedsheets, almost making
her vomit.
WARNING: Some phendolphia...sp? Probably not. Worth a try.
**********
Sarah ran as fast as her barefooted feet could go, her heart beating habitualy against her
chest, her bob legnth, plantum blonde hair, followed by blue and green streaks was damp with sweat.
Her pants hanged tangled infront of her forehead. Her sea green eyes wonder around, her silver studded
eyebrow ring was actually on her eyebrow this time. Though how it got there, she never knew.
She, off into the distance, hears a loud screetching sound against the metal. She all of the sudden is in
a boilor room, a dim light, steamy hot boilor room, must like the old abandoned power plant thats towards the end
of town. Curiously, and some what out of fear, she walks..as she walks another screetching of blades is heard
in the background. This time louder---closer.
She only wore a black over grown shirt, an old SOAD concert one..or just a plain SOAD one. She doesn't know.
"What's wrong? The witch is having a nightmare?" a gruff, dark, gritty voice asks her.
"Bastard! I'm a Druid! Get it right."
Before the blades touched her stomache, her alarm beeped automaticaly, in the middle of the night like it
somehow always does.
Fucked.Up.
She grabed a hold of her cross. It was true, she lost her faith in God two years ago, but she feels that
it was for the best. But somehow, she clutched the cross, her Nana's cross, to her chest, not for faith or prayer
, but for comfort. Her nana always was good at that.
All of the sudden, she felt arms come around her, pulling her back to the bed, roughly and forcingly.
"Miss me, bitch?" The gritty voices asks as he pins the sixteen year old down to her messy bed, straddling her. He leans over
her, slowly, towering over her inches abover her lips. "Did ya?" He asks, slowly, and tauntingly, he lickes her bottom lips. Savoring her
youth, her chasity. Yes, Sarah, the rebel of Springwood was a virgin.
And he knew it.
Freddy trails his hand up her night shirt, his blades cutting her flesh to her hip bone. Sarah winces in sharp pain,
all the whit in the world couldn't save her now.
"It always hurts when it happens the first time.."
Soon, the beeping did come on, and it was 7:00 A.M. flashing. Sitting up in bed slowly, looking around.
It was just a dream.
Intill she winces in a sharp pain erupting from her right leg, where blood smeared her bedsheets, almost making
her vomit.