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Chapitre 1: Chapter1

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Prologue

Drained from all and energy that I had left, I let my eyes roll back before trying to reopen them again, staring at the floor, I coughed out as I tried to crawl forward and away from them… And just as I managed to pull myself a little bit further than where I was, I spewed out my guts like my life depended on it, throwing up whatever I had left in my system, I moaned out in pain as I tried to continue pulling myself across the floor before someone grabbed my ankle and dragged me back, returning me to the misery I was drowning in as he flipped me over onto my back an crouched down beside me, grabbing my jaw in his death grip, he looked into my eyes with nothing but evil lurking behind his dark orbs as he spat out his poison.

/"Tell anyone about this and next time we won’t be so kind to let you live./"

My lips quavering with the fear that ran through my bloodstream, I lay there looking up at him as he got back up on his feet while I sunk further into the depths of my despair, trying to swim away from the sea of destruction while I continued to be pulled back in with each wave of misery that crushed me against my horrid reality.

The entire room flashed up as images were taken off me, my nude, used and abused body laying right there for them to make a fool out of as they both videoed me and took pictures, I didn’t even have the strength to try and hide myself from them, I could barely move and any energy I had left I had used it on trying to crawl away but that was useless as I still was laying here on display for them to enjoy as they devoured me with their eyes… their dark, dark, evil eyes that held nothing but darkness within them, I was drowning in those eyes,

I was dying.

It was late and I was a drenched mess, the rain had me soaked as I tried to rush home, I never thought that tonight would be the night that my entire life changed when I decided to go out with my friend to karaoke night and now as I rushed through the dark streets of the night, I felt awfully at unease as my gut told me that I should’ve just went straight home. That staying out for this long was never a good idea. It had to be like 11pm and I was a 17 year old schoolgirl still in my school uniform, not only that, I was completely tiny, standing at 4’11 with a body of a child, I was awfully too short and scrawny to be passed by as an 11 year old which was a perfect target for any pervert that was roaming the streets at this time of night.

But what I didn’t know was that being snatched up by a creep was not what I was to be worried about, what I wasn’t expecting was to witness a murder.

Passing a dark gloomy alleyway, I heard the noises of a struggle and as instinct, I turned to search for the source of the sound and to my horror, I came face to face with murder. A guy was laying on the ground while multiple other men were stabbing him with knives and as it all played out right before my very eyes, I stood there frozen, completely frozen, I couldn’t even get my phone out and call the police, I couldn’t move, I was just stood there watching these guys stabbing someone to death and once I made eye contact with them as they noticed me watching them, I snapped out of my shock, realising that the guys that were doing the stabbing, were guys from my school… they were people I knew and just as they began to walk towards me, I managed to pull myself together and make a run for it, running until I couldn’t run anymore through the dark of the night, I didn’t stop until I was home, inside the warmth and safety of my home and once I locked the door, I pressed my back against the door as I tried to catch my breath while I panted for air.

The house was dark which told me that my mother was not home and my father had probably left again. But that was the least of my worries, I had just witnessed a murder, well I assumed that the guy didn’t survive all those stabbings, there’s no way he could’ve survived that unless he was super lucky which I doubted, no one lucky ends up being stabbed by a gang of guys in a dark alleyway.

Contemplating what to do, I was afraid that if I called the police, I’d end up like that guy, being stabbed in an alleyway, they had clearly saw who I was or maybe they didn’t but if I recognised them then they would’ve definitely recognised me too, unless, they didn’t know exactly who I was at school even though they had bothered me a few times. They weren’t exactly the kind of guys that you wanted to be around, though they were loved by every girl for their looks and power in school, they were completely demented.

Their alpha leader had been kept back multiple years, resulting him to be in school still at the age of 21 because he just couldn’t stop getting suspended and losing classes and missing exams. He would’ve definitely been completely thrown out if it wasn’t for his families power and wealth. Same with another few of the people in their group, they were also held back multiple times making them around 19-21. They were bullies, not completely but they were sick. They were… morbid.

Looking out my window and into the dark sky and the compelling moon, I wondered if I was making the right decision to wait before I talked to the police, I didn’t want to say anything just yet and I felt awful, I should’ve been a better person, I should’ve been braver, brave enough to stop them from murdering that guy but what could I do? At that moment, nothing but right now, I could’ve called the police and I didn’t.

What was wrong with me?

The night drifted away from me and the morning came, I hadn’t slept and I hadn’t stopped thinking about what I had witnessed, I wanted to skip school but I knew that if I did then I would look even more guilty and plus, my parents should be home at some point and I didn’t have the energy to deal with them and so, I decided to go to school, still wearing my uniform yesterday, I didn’t bother brushing up on myself and instead, I just rushed to school, trying my best to stay invisible, I didn’t even want to see my friends, I was afraid that if I was too out in the open, the guys from last night would hunt me down and probably skin me alive for what I had saw but when I walked passed them in the hallway, I couldn’t stop myself from holding my breath, they were all looking towards me, all of them staring at me in ways that I didn’t want to interpret and even though they didn’t approach me, I knew that they knew that I knew about what they had done.

And that only meant one thing,

It meant trouble.

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