Love, Bonds, trust, care and many other things. We strive every day to have everything as reality as well as words, yet we are unsuccessful. I used to think the same until I came here.
I am not a part of anything.
It's dark here only dark. Seeing this blood and sorrow is causing me to feel sick, and I am unsure of what to do. Help please!
I am dead. No, I'm smelling my blood and that nasty smell. Oh god! I'm on my period, and where I am?
I should go see if I may get any type of help. I noticed a bird as I began to walk that was also wounded so I picked him along with me. My stomach is badly hurting, and I think I may be daydreaming. I almost traveled one block before noticing a store.
God, I'm wondering where my home and parents are. Did I drink that much last night? No! I was reading, but then I fell asleep. Ahh! It's lame. It hurts! It's not a figment of my imagination.
All the buildings and places in this area are new. It's possible that I'm drunk, so I should ask someone about it.
"Hello! Uncle, I'm Loveshell and I need your help."
"Yes please tell me. "
"I'm hurt and that bird, too. It's possible that I'm drunk and can't remember this place. Would you mind telling me about it?"
"Are you serious, my dear? "
"Yes sorry."
"It's Los Angeles and you're at the café. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Ahh! No, thank you. I'll have to go."
How do I get from my home to here? Is this real? Where are my mom and dad and my enemies? My work and my house!
Am I day dreaming?
I need to find out everything I can. Crying will not help, and I am strong. I am going to handle all of my problems and I have faith that he has a valid reason for doing it to me. God, please don't betray me.
Everything seems to be difficult for me. Now, I'm going to stay here and find the truth. Large and luxurious buildings, beautiful shops and houses. People are buying good clothes and they all look beautiful. I am not much more than a dark little pig. HUH!
If it's same as my dream and if it's going to be same as I dreamed then I know I am going to enjoy it and I'll take my revenge.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that someone grabbed my hand from behind, I tured to look and I heard "Miss, what are you doing here?" I was taken back I didn't know this girl before and just than a tall boy came. He was looking at me and was an adolescent like me.
When he inquired, "Are you fine, Mam?," his voice caught me off guard. He spoke with a deep voice and had tender eyes. He might have noticed a bloodstain on my pants. I went with him after asking for help from him. His little sister then took the bird from me after he helped by holding my hand.
I have no clue about them, but I joined them out of desperation. Why do they refer to me as Miss and their Mam, though?
I walked after them till we came to a car. It was so warm that he was still clutching my hands. He was surprised by my question when I asked him his name and then turned to look at him.
I questioned him once more, this time with more in force. I was so furious by the fact that he was still silent. I pulled my hands as I ran, but I wasn't moving very quickly, so I tried to hide. He quickly began to pursue me, so I hid behind a tree. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't trust this boy since he seems so strange. I should probably run and find my house.
He seemed quite anxious, and I could see that they were both trying to find me even though I was already sitting on a truck. Assuming I can get away from this foolish man, I suppose it's a delivery truck, but that's okay.
In this truck, I wasn't driving alone. My mother used to tell me that I was never alone at home since I had my house and everything else around me. hihi. I'm holding these packages, and I'm curious what's inside. I'd best find something to help myself because I'm bleeding.
Even though I am aware of how horrible everything is, I am powerless. I began looking through the boxes of packages and to my luck, I came across the package containing pads and tampons. I gingerly opened it, and inside were some tampons for me.
After a short while, the truck came to a stop, and I jumped off the back. I was ready to flee when I encountered a man who I didn't realize would be drunk. He was staring at me like he was about to eat me. He appeared to be a coworker who works close to a clinic because he was wearing a filthy hospital outfit.
His eyes was red and swollen like he didn't sleep from many days. I thought to run but if I had to run I have to cross this man and he was blocking my way,. Despite my fear, I ran. I was taken aback when he grabbed my hand. I yelled, but he stopped me by placing his palm over my mouth. My hot tears was falling from my eyes and that jerk was smelling me.
He has me pinned against the truck. The stuffs in the truck, the trees and the air everything around me. I feel like they are watching me, scorn and disappointment in their element as they are about to witness their descendant about to get railed right in front of them.
He murmurs some foul words into my ear as I struggle to breathe. I regret not being with that boy; he was bizarre, but not this bad. I must do something; I cannot allow him to play with me.
This asshole was again saying something and this time I was aware what he said "You bitch, what made you think you'd sit in my truck and I would let you go damn you smell so weird but don't worry I'll bathe with you and then I'm going to fuck you little bitch." He made me feel so awful that I immediately bit his hands when I had the chance and yelled for help; however, this time, he slapped me in the face. "Ahh!" I started crying, and it was clear that he was suffering as well.
He pulled my hair and started abusing and I was crying like a kid. I missed all my friends they used to say " You should learn to hit, Mell always hits you and you do nothing." I miss all the times my friends came to help me when my seniors were bullying or beating me.
I can recall every bullshit but not something which can help me out and to escape this monster. Because of his ruthless slap, I want to slap him and make him feel the same pain that I did. "GOD! PLEASE DO SOMETHING OR KILL ME BEFORE HE CAN DO MORE WITH ME!"
Instead of reading and doing shit, I wish I had learned some skills to defend myself and how to fight. How am I supposed to win with this jerk?
I attempted to slap this jerk because I thought I could hurt him, but he was too strong and furious, and he kicked me in the stomach instead. I was already experiencing cramps, and as a result, I felt as though my soul had left my body. I then fell to the ground, and at that point, I once more began to daydream, but this time they were different. I could see who I am and what I do. the reason I'm here.
I gathered all of my energy and stood. "This is your bad luck jerk you were correct when you used bitch word for me but let me complete it I AM A BAD BITCH BOSS," You are going to be the first person who is going to get a taste or real pain after my come back" I finished, he was laughing and this was enough I kicked him and broke his neck bone, Now I know what I have to do with this comeback. Thanks God.