Unbroken

Horror

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dan asked with worried eyes. I put my hand on his knee.

"I'm fine. I have you!" I smiled at him.

"Okay, have you got your pills?" He asked.

"Yeah they're right here, anxiety, sleeping and depression." I sighed. "Dan?"

"Yeah?" Dan said as he turned the corner.

"Am I crazy?" He pulled into a lay by.

"No J! No you're not crazy!" He injected the words into my mind.

"Then what am I?" I looked down and my bandaged wrists.

"You're me gorgeous, strong, brave girlfriend." He smiled. I smirked at him and he set off home again.

****

"You ready for collage tomorrow?" Dan brushed my hair from my eyes.

"Ready as ever." I sighed. "What will people say? Oh looks it's emo girl, she's so pathetic she can't even kill herself right." A tear rolls down my cheek and settles into the bandage.

"No baby, I'll make sure. I'm staying with you no matter what." He kissed my forehead.

"Thanks." I smiled weakly.

"Now, how does an american horror story marathon sound?"

"It sounds perfect." I leaned up and planted a kiss on Dan's cheek. I hopped into the room and plonked myself onto the comfy sofa. I grabbed my duvet and wrapped myself up in it. Dan walked into the room and turned off the light. He came and snuggled up into my duvet burrito. I flicked on the TV and put on 'Freak Show'.

"Omg I love Freak show."

"Dan. Did you literally just say "Omg"?" I quoted with my fingers. He smiled at me and snuggled into the duvet.

****

I slowly open my eyes and glance around the pitch black room. My head rested on Dan's chest. The steady rise and fall right underneath me. I slowly got up and grabbed my hoodie. I steadily picked up my purse and headed out of the room. I grabbed my phone and I had a unread text.

Unknown: I will see you later bitch. Watch out, because we're coming for you.

I looked at my Facebook and had another message.

Facebook user: I'm going to kill you, pathetic slut can't kill herself right might as well give you a hand.

My thoat tightened. I let out a whimper. I unlocked the door and stepped out onto the dark street. It was only 5:30am but I felt so heavy with thoughts. I wondered down the road and stopped outside the spa. I took my money from my bag and walked tiredly into the shop.

"Pack of cigarettes please." I asked the man at the counter.

"Anything else?" He asked while taking a box out of the shelf. I glanced around and noticed the vodka.

"That vodka please." I said, pointing at a large bottle of vodka. I handed him the money and walked out of the spa.

I wandered down the path until I came across a small park with a bench opposite the river. I sat down and grabbed my cigarettes. I held it for a moment and pulled out my lighter. I put the stick into my mouth and as soon as I was about to light it I heard a voice behind me.

"That stuffs no good." It was a mans voice and it was deep and rough. I didn't reply. A tall man in his twenties sat beside me.

"Try this." He held out his hand. In his palm there played a spliff of weed. I hesitantly looked at it. "Take it then." He raised his voice. My trembling hand reached out and took the spliff. I held it in my mouth and lit the end. I took a deep puff and all of a sudden I felt light headed.

"Good girl. Take three more." He smirked. I did as I was told. I felt really confused and light headed.

"Let me take you home." He ordered.

****

I stepped out of the van, I was too high to know where I was. He lead me too a flat and locked the door behind me.

I turned around and he stood there with a belt.

"Take off your clothes bitch." He shouted.

"Why?" I dopely asked.

"Do it bitch or I'll hit you." He ordered. I slowly took off my hoodie and my T-shirt.

"All of it." He said. He stepped closer. He held out a drink and I took it.

"Down that for me." I obeyed his command.

He raised his hand and lashed me with the belt. I cried out in pain but he grabbed me and stripped me bare. Then, I blacked out.