She Was Only 12

(A short story written by me... based on real events)

There is fear and terror in my eyes. I try to run and get as far away from him as fast as I can but I never have been a fast runner at all and it’s not to soon before he catches up to me and tackles me to the ground. I land on my knee and there is a loud crack as a sharp agonizing pain shoots up my leg and I let out an ear-splitting scream. He pulls me up by my hair forcing me to stand. I can’t help but cry with the pain in my leg and the fear of what he will do to me this time. He then back-hands me across the face and slams me back into the wall. I fight against him desperately but he just shrugs my punches off as nothing. He is so much bigger than me and I am so week as I am only 12 and he is 18. He shouts “I told you not to run bitch,” and I can see his rage rising within. “now your gonna get what you deserve.” I struggle more and just as I think that I might be able to get away his strong hands grasp firmly around my neck. In shock, I gasp for air and try desperately to break free from his grip, but there is no use. He easily over powers me and as his hands grip tighter, I feel as if there is nothing I can do to stop him. He forces me to the ground still not allowing any air to pass through my throat. Intense pressure grows in my head and my ears begin to ring louder and louder. In a panic, I squirm and scratch at his face and arms doing whatever I can that would possibly make him let go. I bang on the wall in a hope that someone might hear me and come to my rescue. But nobody comes and my resistance only causes him to tighten his grip even more, crushing my neck. I can’t help but thinking why, why would he do this after he has told me all those times that he loved me and wished to adopt me as his own child. I can feel my heart beat pounding in my head, gradually becoming slower…and slower… and slower. Then my muscles go completely limp and I can no longer put up any fight what-so-ever. My body has given up all hope and so have I. I feel one last moment of fear as I stare into his eyes that seem to have tears in them as well as mine. Then I slowly slip away into a dark, peaceful sleep.

~AngelCutter