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"Hey Matt, I'm out of chocolate." I said to him, staring blankly at the back of his head.
"So?" came the muffled reply caused by the lollipop sticking out of his rose lips.
I growled, knowing he was too involved in his game to go and get me some. I got up a little too fast causing black dots to dance across my vision, and stumbled towards the door. When I finally regained my balance, I turned to face the red haired boy who was still engrossed in the screen. A fly buzzed passed my ear and I swatted it away. It then spotted matt as his next target, my eyes fixed to it as it shot towards him. I felt vial rise in my throat as it landed on his crossed leg; him obviously not bothered by its filth as it roamed his body. Rolling my eyes, I turned and walked out the door, slamming it for the effect behind me.
The corridors were their usual pale, dusty colour; spiders ran into hollow cracks as I passed by. There were a few children playing in doorways with bricks and dolls, making no sound at all. They were all too scared of me. I had never shown emotion since I've gotten here, except to Matt; he's different, I don't know why but I like him. Maybe it's the way his smile can light up a dull day, or his deep emerald eyes constantly hidden behind those orange lenses shine with happiness. Just thinking about him now made my cheeks warm up and a smile grew on my face. I shouldn't think this like this about him, especially when he only likes me as a friend. And I don't like him more than that anyway, I never will. It's just wrong.
When I reached the large entrance of the house, I glanced over my shoulder, memorising the ancient walls. I always did this before I left, I wanted to remember this place, keep the images engraved in my mind for the rest of my life.
I smiled again, and placed my hand on the rusty handle; the cold metal tingled against my pale skin as I twisted it, easing the door open to reveal the gloomy evening sky. Cool drops slid down my cheek and disappeared in the contours of my neck and chest.
I pulled the door shut behind me; the sound broke the silence and a crow squawked as it flew away.
I loved being outside; it was so open, so spacious and free. There were no limits to life out here.
I inhaled through my nose, closing my eyes slightly at the scent of rain and earth seeped into my lungs.
After a few more minutes, I stepped onto the path leading to the steel gates where I first met Matt; this memory made me wince as I remembered the pain I had suffered those few life changing days.
My whole life had turned around in less than a day, all thanks to Matt. He is the best friend I have ever had, the only person who has stuck with me through all my mood swings and bad temper tantrums.
I reached the end of the gravel path; my hair was now sticking to my face as the storm grew in size.
I pushed the gate open and hesitated. No one could touch me here, not in these boundaries but out there anything could happen. I had been out of the grounds many times but I always asked myself the same thing before I placed my foot over the shield: could I take the torment? Constantly being afraid of everyone and everything outside my safety zone?
And my answer was always Matt; he cared about me. He kept me alive and he would be there if anything happened to me.
The same black crow circled above my head before it landed on the highest branch on a bare maple tree. I looked up at the dark creature; they always reminded me of death. Its beady eyes fixed on mine, sending a slight shiver down my spine. It then made a low croaking noise, as if it was mocking my self confidence. Fury was building up in my slim body, making me shake with anger.
I can do this, I've done it before so it's alright isn't it?
The bird spread its dust coloured wings, showing just how big it really was and made one last ear piercing screech before it took off.
I remained still; hands shaking, breathing ragged. An ant crawled across my worn out shoe.
The rain had now soaked through to my skin, making me shiver. I lifted my foot uneasily and placed it over the boundary line.
I had been walking for only 5 minutes when I reached the alley way leading to the store; it was the quickest way to get there, and I didn't fancy spending more time than necessary in the storm.
I held my breath as I started walking down the route, the sound of rain thrashing at everything it could find filled my ears.
I sneezed once, bringing my hand up to wipe my face.
That was when I heard it.
A rustling came from behind me making me whip my head around; eyes wide as I shook with coldness and fear. I shouldn't feel fear, I was stronger than that but everywhere I looked reminded me of him and what he used to do to me. I could still feel his slimy hands as they crept over my battered body, filthy skin on filthy skin, and the memories that were too dark but still contained every detail. He never went the whole way due to my constant crying and screaming for release, but it still happened and the memories are still as fresh in my mind as the walls of the Wammy's house.
My feet were frozen to the muddy ground, the walls seemed to close in around me; trapping me.
Through the wall of rain, I could see a shadow; it looked familiar, but it couldn't be could it? Why would he be lhere?
'Probably to finish you off' my sub consciousness said to me, and I was terrified that it was right.
My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I thought one was going to break; my mouth was dry as my parched lungs grasped at the surrounding air. In the distance, I could hear thunder rolling over the clouds causing my whole being to shake even more.
The stranger mover closer to me; streetlight illuminating their outline – I recognised him straight away, how could I not? He was bulky, with broad shoulders and strong arms – the complete opposite of me.
His wavy black hair had grown longer and now hung in a small pony tail on the back of his head. His wide face was hidden behind some kind of white mask – it had holes all along the side and a small slit for his mouth. I had seen things like this before in horror movies and seeing it in real life didn't make it any better. He modelled a dirt coloured vest with red splotches all over it – it was blood. My blood from two years ago. I can't believe he kept it; the thought made me sick to my stomach.
Through the eye holes, I could see empty brown orbs. His eyes were the only things that I possessed, showing that I did in fact belong to him.
A deafening cry echoed off the alley walls making me peel my eyes away from my father and look up into the eyes of death. It was the same crow I had seen earlier in the tree.
It hovered for a bit before swooping down onto the psychos shoulder.
"I see you've met my little friend Mello" he said gesturing towards the bird.
I remained still.
"He helps me every now and again, to 'clean up' the messes I've made." I could see the twisted smirk as it grew on the man's face. I shivered uncontrollably now, tears were stinging at my eyes but I blinked them away furiously.
"Don't worry Mello; I just need to finish my business with you. Don't you remember the fun we used to have together?" he was slowly pacing towards me now, bird still sitting on his shoulder, haunting eyes fixed with mine.
A small noise escaped my dry lips as I tried to back away from the mad man; my hands were fumbling around behind me for something, anything to help me fend him off.
It was useless.
He was so close now; I could smell his foul breath as he pushed a grimy hand through my hair. I shut my eyes, hoping I would wake up in my room with Matt playing his stupid games, but when I opened them again, I was brought back to reality. His other hand grabbed my right arm, squeezing it so hard I was sure I would have a bruise there.
Suddenly, there was a huge force against my chest that sent me flying to the ground, gasping for air.
The shadow loomed over me like a curse as he knelt down on my legs. I bit my tongue to stop myself making any noise but was replaced by a warm liquid filling my mouth. I started choking on my blood and the old man laughed; bending down to lick at the trail that had escaped from my mouth.
I screamed as a hand slid down my cheek, to my battered shirt and then down to the waist band on my pants; he pushed his other hand over my mouth and he continued his journey. By now, the tears had won the battle against my confidence and were running freely down my cheek bone; small sobs escaped my lips, barely audible.
I opened my eyes to see the cloudy sky, wishing that Matt was here, that he would save me. But he wouldn't come, why should he?
I felt frozen fingers against my now bare thighs, making my tremble with dread and horror of what this man was capable of; what he was doing.
That was when I gave up, allowing my whole body to go numb.