Here is the next chappie. Very short Chpater. Its disturbing and may cause trigger or things you don't want to remember.

Warning: Rape, abuse, attempt suicide.


"Was she asking for it? Was she asking nice? If she was asking for it, Did she ask you twice?" –Hole-


I feel disgusting. Thrown about, used. Am I just a toy?

The scratches on my stomach still bled. Each streak of red felt cold as it trailed down my sides and some between my legs. Feeling if my insides were being torn apart, I could not scream. My voice was raw from pleading and crying, throbbing head and womb, it hurts. Its hurts. "It hurts"

The suffocating stench of alcohol was on the albino's breath. A familiar scent of sour vomit, dare I look up at the attacker's face? No.

"It hurts" Whimpering, I could no longer cry. Trembling, am I cold? "It hurts"

His teeth gnaw at my chest, leaving behind peeled skin and marks. My wrists rubbed raw from the wallet chain that cuffed me to the bed frame.

"It hurts"

Stopping, I could hear his mocking laugh. It made my stomach churn. The sound of his teeth gritting and the malice in his voice.

"You were asking for it"

-oOo-

Alfred and Ivan arrived back to the academy. To their surprise there was police cruisers and an ambulance near the dorms.

"Whoa, did someone get hurt?" Alfred's eyes widened, his stomach suddenly felt heavy.

"I do not know Alfred," Ivan looked over at the boy, his usual grin was covered by an all knowing expression. "Alfred?"

The wheat blond broke into a sprint toward the school. The ambulance was right in front of the girls dorm. A crowd accumulated, questions hovered in the air. Shoving his way through the crowd he made way to the front.

"Hey, let me through!" Yelling at full volume he caught the sympathetic eyes of the Dean.

Time slowed, Alfred watched a gurney exit. Students were told to stand back, Alfred refused to move. Sunken eyes closed, bruises littered her gentle face, and dried blood clumped her wavy hair together. Her torso was covered in a white blanket. Where her wrists were covered, blotches of red stained like a broken ink pen.

"Madeline…" Her name rolled off his tongue like a language he was instinctive too.

-flashback-

"Don't worry Maddie! I won't let anyone ever hurt you!" five years old, he already wanted to save the world. "I'll be your hero!"

Both children giggled. Standing barefoot in dark soil of the flower garden, it was breezy. The sky was bright blue, not like the sea. Bright blue like the turquoise rock. Bright blue like the eyes of the proclaimed hero child. Bright blue like the smile, like the voice, like the warmth when their mother called them in for breakfast.

"Remember that! Okay?"