Not much thought.

The title describes what I used for this story.

I didn't put much thought into what we were even saying. I wasn't the type of girl to be attacked, and he wasn't the attacking type. He gestured for me to go with him, help him get to the park.

He didn't want to get lost, and possibly attacked.

I agreed, seeing no reason not to. We had been friends long enough for me to read his movements. They were all happy and excited. I remember the wind blowing in my face, blinding me for just one brief second, before I saw him stop in front of me.

At first, I was kind of confused. The look on his face was almost painful; whatever thoughts that were ripping through his mind hurt him.

I opened my mouth just to ask what was wrong. I guess I didn't realize that everything was wrong.

In his head, I mean.

He was a dangerous guy, I just never saw coming. He hit me with something, a stick I guess, that knocked me out cold.

 

But when I woke up, I wasn't on the quiet little dirt road anymore.

 

I was somewhere dark, damp and cold. Somewhere that smelt of rot and dirt. My legs were tied to metal bars with rope, and my hands left free.

I was in some kind of cage.

The rope burned my ancles whenever I moved, so I tried not to. Only one small window was in this dark hell, and all it showed was a dirty concreat floor. I couldn't even see walls, just the floor, and the metal bars. I tried to listen to the surrounding room, hopefully hearing something. I examined myself, noticing a patch of little bruises on a variety of places on my body. I felt my face, finding another bruise in the process, and some blood from my nose.

I her a voice laugh from somewhere deep within the dark, followed by footsteps, getting louder, and louder, and louder.

 

I tried to not put thought into the next few months, but its hard blocking him out. I would have nightmeres even after I left this place. Little did I know that after the first time, it doesn't only get easier and easier, it just gets so much harder.

I wish I had known back then that I was going to be saved; I was going to eascape one day and live a normal life. But something in me knew that I wouldn't be the same. He had destroyed my mind, my body, and even part of my soul. That's why I'm glad I did end it all. I refused to let him in me again, and like hell I was going to stay in that dark little shithole.

 

I only have one regret; he lived. I still don't know if he's alive or dead, or if he destroyed another girls life like he did mine. All I can do now is hope he burns in hell for what he has done, and I'll try not to put too much thought into it.

Besides, that's what caused it, right? 

Author's Note

uuhhh ignore grammer&spelling

Reviews

[Reese38]

The suspense factor is well formed. It has potential.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. This is a horrifying story.
I love how dark you got without
simply going for shock value.
Genuine suspense...no cheap thrill here.

[Zi]

It's terrifying and intriguing all at once. I love it! Beautifully done!

[Chloe]

I know you said to ignore the grammar and spelling but so far its the only things that I see wrong with this story. Its captivating and slightly horrifying (I know its what you intended).

[onceafaerietale]

the only errors I found were near the end. This was a heart-thumper. It is really well written with a haunting concept

[Butterfly Ninja :3]

nice story reminds me of history class and the struggle buggies :) haha nice story really well done, and ps note for both of us no going into a park with a sketchy tool of a guy :)

[roy mccarthy]

it's a good story,
although the end is a little hazy!