In Collaboration with "Chase you into the Dark": The previous chapter…
Chapter 2: A Glimmer of Hope
By: ParamoreXO
Even in the open void of icy, frigid air, the violently shivering redhead felt as if solid cement walls were pressing up her skin tightly; squeezing the trickling air from her lungs and sending it cascading down her purple stained lips in a smoky puff. Her bones were pure slabs of inflicting ice, rattling with the howling wind as it cut through her slender, deathly pale frame like a switchblade. The thought of not being able to make it, having another chance with her family's smiling faces, or even her beloved boyfriend who she knew was the only man that would always be in her heart forevermore… it pained her to what felt as if it could've been the crackling, whipping flames of Hell licking her insides clean of all that she knew.
Her kneecaps, worn and shaky from her relentless exhausting footfalls on the crunching green beneath her quaking body, gave in to the fight she'd willed herself through with a distinguished grimace. Crying out in pure, cruel writhing pain, the redhead shrilled in undeniable agony as her belting screams scraped harshly against her coarse throat. Severe shivers shook her weak frame as if she were undergoing a traumatic seizure, unforgiving icy air closing in on her vulnerability with sinking fangs like a set of icicles.
Her blood spattered jeans were stained with seeping salty crimson, ripped callously from rough haunting hands that now exposed her scarlet drizzled thighs to the unforgiving whipping winds. The lingering pierce of the stinging, sharp blade of unforgettable silver replayed in her tightly shut eyes, her screaming mind trying to block out all the images that had repeatedly rewound in her poignant thoughts. Heartrending memories were tearing her apart inside out, an apocalyptic rampage of protests and denials like a miserably failing brigade on her nightmare of horrible realities. Devouring her soul just like the nasty gashes blotting her scraped, gouged shoulder and sides, she could ruefully feel the moment reoccurring as if she were stuck back in that terrible torture. His stubbly chin kept grating her neck sharply, repulsive scent coating her slowly exposing flesh as this brutal, threatening harasser slit her distressed jeans even more. Shoving her back roughly against the brick wall, Gwen screamed as her skin broke at the rough contact, only to be drowned out by his terrible lips. She tried biting down as hard as she could to his repulsive, demanding caresses. Not even caring that the taste of pennies filled their mouths, the redhead thrashed wildly, trying to break the restraints of the hooded men closed in around her. Their mocking shouts, degrading laughter, and spine wrenching words glided through her sweat clogged ears. For some reason, she just couldn't process any source of manna through her energized being. Maybe it was because of the chemicals she'd accidentally splashed upon herself in the battle before these horrible men had took her in iron grips by force? As each man struck her wriggling skin with their sharp abusive blades, reality closed back in on her…
…Opening her sobbing emerald eyes, the same night she'd left for a moment shifted into view once again; almost reassuring aside from the current circumstances she was stuck in.
When she'd been left for dead on the side of the deserted road, she struggled to force herself to gather herself up between her uncontrollable tears. And when she had found Kevin's night camouflaging hoodie caught in the tangled pile of cloth that had been discarded along with her dripping, bloody body; he had done miracles to her beyond degraded esteem. Just knowing that he was there in some way was enough to pull her through.
But was it enough to keep her legs pumping through the atrocious night?
Just when she had thought all was lost, nothing more could be done; a distant shimmer of the faintest hint of buttery light began to cut through the still night like rays of holiness. How she felt right then, it was just unspeakable; nothing could describe the many endless flips her heart did.
Someone was coming for her. She would be saved.
And when her savior had somehow gotten to her, as she cannot completely recall how, all she remembered when she woke up from that hospital bed the next day was that the scent of 'his' hoodie had become stronger than ever, overpowering her disconnecting mind.
And when she woke up that said day in the said ward, clouded jade met with relieved obsidian; his eyes layering by a salty liquid piercing through her like those horrible knifes…but with the most grace-filled touch she'd ever felt.
A/N: It was upon the Spoon's request that I make a sequel, so I do hope you're pleased with this! Thanks so much, everyone I truly appreciate everything!