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Draft 11: And Thus, She Opens Her Eyes

Dear Peter,
I now see why the doctor said It'd be better for me not to remember. I'm a murderer that killed one of my best friends with my own hands. And I also let an innocent soul die because I wasn't strong enough to fight back well enough. I caused two people's deaths. And that's only what I remember. What more have I done that Intrude hasn't revealed to me yet?

Excerpt: 15 years old Jinnx's journal right before having a panic attack.

~Jinnx~

I tried to pull his hand away from my mouth and cry for help but I was too weak. My body felt dull and weak on the outside but on the inside, I was screaming.

So I could die in the middle of this crowd and no one would notice?

He dragged me out of the crowd and into a passageway. And from the passageway to a room.

But even if my mind was fuzzy, the sound of the door shutting and locking somehow made my vision focus a little. My back hit a bed and Damian's heavy body was on me immediately.

He held my wrists in one hand above my head as he used his other hand to roughly grope me all over.

"Help! Someone please help me!" I began to try yelling the moment his hand left my lips and I tugged at my locked hands to escape. My pathetic attempts at escape only made him laugh.

The sound gave me goosebumps. "You think anyone will hear you over the music?" His face was just above mine. There was so much joy in his steel blue eyes and I wanted to look away. But I couldn't. Because he now held my jaw.

"I could easily say we're role-playing if anyone asks anyway." He gave me a wet kiss on my nape.

My breathing was so irregular. I couldn't beg him to let me go. I'd excite the sicko even more.

"What if I call Troy? We could have a threesome. That'd be awesome, right? Besides, I know you like this whole situation. You caused it all anyway." He said taking a long sniff of my hair and groaning it out like he was high. "Ahh strawberries. Just like that time." He grinned. "The nostalgia.”

This guy… I didn't know what to say as I stared at him wide-eyed in disgust. There was no way my hair smelt like strawberries when it hadn't seen shampoo since I moved back to my parents house for over 3 weeks now if I added the 2 weeks that I'd somehow lost from my memories.

He's crazy.

That realization, along with the fact that he wanted to call Troy was too much for me. I rose my right knee and hit him in the groin as hard as I could.

He instantly released my hands to clutch himself while cursing giving me the chance I needed to escape. My hit was definitely not as hard as it would have been if my body was functioning properly but, either Damien was actually a weakling or that place was naturally fragile for all men. Both worked well for me.

I rolled off the bed and landed on the floor without anything to cushion my fall. It hurt but, Damien getting me would hurt more so I ignored the pain and stood up to run.

The dizziness hadn't gone yet so I was back on the floor the moment I stood up which made me cry out in pain. But I was desperate. So I crawled my way to the door since I couldn't run. Luckily, the key was still in the keyhole so I fumbled and managed to unlock it.

"Jinnx! You fucking bitch!" I heard him yell out still in pain.

I didn't turn to see his expression. I crawled out of the room as hurriedly as I could.

Getting to the corridor, I was met with more doors. I stood up again attempting to run but only went four steps before falling back to the ground. All I could see were doors and even more unending rows of doors.