She was on the floor then, just looking up to him with large fearful eyes, her lips trembling and her heart torn open. Her cheeks were flushed and her nose running, her eyes were marked with dark rings where her makeup had once been perfectly placed. She had just been walking home from school one day when he had spotted her, it was later than usual, and she was only thirteen.
He was much older, and had a body full of twisted thoughts and desires. He forced her up and threw her to the wall before tying her to the bed frame. That is all she could remember from that night.
It must have been a week or so later when he decided to bath her, she did not know why the water smelt so bad. She did not know why she couldn’t feel her legs and why her arms wouldn’t budge; her wrists were stained with a red bleeding bracelet due to the ties.
He laughed and then she knew that he would be killing two souls instead of just one as he lit the match. He was obviously insane, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of some kind of tragedy that occurred in his life. She wondered what it could be.
When he had first appeared in her life, he was normal. He worked at a food store and spent his weekends reading books and downloading illegal music off websites that would be shut down in a few hours. He used to paint too.
She and her friends went to the store every day, buying little things just to get looks at him, when one day he saw her and invited her to dinner.
That day would have been 46 and a half days from the day she was thrown and forgot everything.
Kind of dark and very well written.Keep writing
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