Horror and Heartbreak

I'm thinking of writing another story but I don't know what on so I've had a few idea's and I've created a poll to see which ones I should do. Some of the ideas are quite interesting so I'd love your opinion. You can vote via my profile page. Please do vote it would mean a lot to me and you'd be able to read stuff you want to read about.

Disclaimer: If the rights of House went to a 14 year old then TV as we know it would be doomed. Oh, well...

Cameron looked at her watch. 11:04. She was meant to have left over two hours ago. She'd never left; she knew Rowan would be waiting for her outside. She looked at her car, or rather the distance between her and safety. It was a rather long way.

She took a breath and walked out of the hospital doors. She had almost reached her car when hand grabbed her shoulder. She felt the hot sting of his breath on her ear, and she could smell the whiskey.

"You're coming with me."

Rowan grabbed her and pulled her into a cluster of trees. The tree's, paired with how dark it was, would mean that nobody would be able to see her or rescue her.

Rowan threw her on the floor. She slammed into an old oak tree and let out a groan. Rowan laughed as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her trousers, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. He raped her then and there. Every time he threw himself into her she winced from pain.

He laughed at her and put his trousers back on. He just left her there without even looking back. He left her saying that he'd be back. He'd always be watching her from now on. She wouldn't get away again.

She was in too much pain to talk or yell. She could feel bruises forming all over her body. Cameron put her clothes on and walked to her car in silence, she didn't talk at all that night. She didn't stay up as late as she usually would either. She went into the bathroom and picked up her razor. One cut for one hit. It was ritual. She used to do it when Rowan hurt her before. She rolled up her sleeve and cut. Blood oozed out. She just watched it until it stopped. She turned off the bathroom light and went to bed after that thinking of absolutely nothing.

She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad. She was just numb. She wished she could stay numb forever.

So there you go. I know it's all really short and all but I promised to update so here it is. I was listening to Face Down by Jumpsuit Apparatus when I was writing this and it's given me a really great idea. I don't know if it'll go down well but I'll post it later. Once again please please please please vote on my poll and I'll love you forever!