Fan Fiction ❯ The Railway ❯ Past reflections ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1

Past reflections
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You are running for your life.

Tears are streaming down your face, blurring your image and making it harder not to trip. But you have to go on...you have to escape. Nothing in the world can make you return. You've spent your entire life, dreaming for this day to come and now when it's only inches away, there's nothing that can stop you...

...not the “blind” authorities.

...not the careless strangers.

...not him.

You don't know where you are anymore. All the windows are dark, all the doors are closed and no one is around. You're completely lost...You skid to halt and drop to your knees. “I'm so...tired...” you whisper, hugging yourself to get some warmth. But it's still very cold...why wouldn't it be? Since when is it warm at midnight...or maybe is it already morning? You ask yourself, knowing there would be no answer.

You hear something metal scrape against the pavement and a menacing laugh.

Shockingly, you turn and let out a scream, seeing the silhouette of a man walking towards you...slowly and tauntingly. You scramble to your feet and dash ahead.

 

Not wanting to see him following you, you fight the urge of looking behind you. But you do...and he's already closer than ever.

“No...Not again, not anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” you scream, as though it might give you the energy to run faster. “This is getting irritating!” shouts the man, and suddenly you hear the familiar bang of a gun.

The next second you fall to the cold and wet ground, clutching your shoulder. Blood oozes from the fresh wound, painting the ground crimson.

You can hear dragged footsteps. And he stops right beside you, yanking you off the ground by your uninjured shoulder. “Do you really think you can run!? You belong to ME, got that. What the fuck's your problem anyway!?!? Life isn't good enough??? Want a better one!!?!?!” he growls, shaking you violently, making you whimper and cry.

He drops you to the ground without a warning and you feel a metal rod pressed against the back of your head. “I could just shoot you right here, right now...” hisses the man, sending chills down your spine.

“Then do it!” you snarl through teeth. “What?” “I said...KILL ME!” you scream and roll yourself over. Looking him in the eye and repeating it...calmly, and without fear. He's stunned - no one has ever said that.

Everyone had begged for mercy, but the girl in front of him, actually demanded it. He blinks, for a second; he's too confused to know how to react. But soon he return to himself, pulls you up and supports you “Why waste a perfectly good slut...” he exclaims and begins to drag you back to your living hell.

You cry out, already knowing that struggling will only make it worse.

He's right anyway...that's all you are, that's all you've been ever since you ran away from home.

Those ridiculous things you did, only to be “cool”, changed your entire life...to the worse.

You remember how it happened...
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“Another school day is over!” you gingerly said to your friends, making them smile. “Wow, you're so happy today!” they cheered and then hugged you goodbye. You smiled again and waved to them as they disappeared down the street.

“Bye...” you said back then, not knowing that it would be the last time you'd ever see them. Not realising that your last school day had just ended...not having a single clue that it had been your last day of freedom, your last day, which your only worries had been, how to pass the math test...

 

You remember as you ran home, greeting the little kids in the sandbox and smiling to yourself. And how you skipped up the stairs, blowing an air kiss mockingly at the neighbour's boy making him blush.
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You smile weakly at the memories, as the man continues to drag you down the street. You look up to his face. The same blank, cold stare; the same emotionless face. He hasn't changed at all...
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The image, as you ran up to your apartment door and pushed it open, flashes into your mind...Calling your parents name you walked around the rooms. The curtains had been closed, making the whole place dark...so you ran to them, and pulled them away, letting the bright sunlight in. And once you turned you saw three figures sitting on the couch, looking at you.

You're mom had been crying, and your dad had a look of disappointment in his eyes. But what caught your eye the most was the woman sitting next to them. She had looked like a typical businesswoman - uniform, perfectly done hair and make up, frozen expression and a bookcase resting on her lap. “Mom...Dad...what's wrong?” you asked innocently.

“Honey...we,” began you mother, but burst into tears instatly. Your dad hugged her and continued: “I'm sorry, but your grades are slipping, you're hanging around with the wrong people and...and...the school called us, saying you had skipped class again and when you showed up, you fought and seriously injured another girl.” “But...” you began, getting more anxious by the second.

You hadn't done that! And you're grades...well...school's just hard, that's all.

“Don't interrupt! I also saw you smoke and where were you two nights ago?! At another party!?! Drinking!?!” “NO! Dad, please, I haven't done anything! I don't drink nor smoke!” you yelled, making your mom cry even more. “Don't lie, don't make it worse...” whispered your father, and you could've sworn you saw a tear coming from a corner of his eye.

And then it clicked. You looked at the woman and then frowned “You're sending me away!”

Anger rose inside you, how dare they'd even consider that!

“Sweetie...it's for your own good. Drugs and alcohol will only lead to mess.” Said your father. “Don't give me that moral crap!” you yelled, and the woman wrote something down in her notepad. “This isn't happening!!!” you screamed and stomped your feet. “We've packed your suitcase...she's here to take you away.”

“So you're just throwing me away like that aren't you!?! I'm scum and you're getting rid of me!! Can't handle me yourselves?? Geez, I thought you were my parents and cared...” you yelled bitterly, hoping to make them feel guilty. “No, it's not like that! We DO care, and that's why were sending you there...so you can get help. And you're not scum...” “SHUT UP! I hate you...hear me, I HATE YOU!” you screamed and then stormed out of the living room.
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The man drags you to the empty parking lot, and shoves you inside the only car that's there. Quickly you crawl to the back door as far away from him and bring your knees to your chin, still crying and clutching your bleeding shoulder.

The motor is turned on and the both of you head back...
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Blankly you look out the window, and suddenly - it hits you out of the clear sky...

 

You've always had the capability of sensing changes or whenever something isn't right, you had the same feeling when you ran, but for some reason you chose to ignore it.

 

So maybe it's intuition or just your senses going beserkent, but something was definately off...you've ignored the feeling as it has continued to bother you for the past few days, but right now it's stronger than ever - the same feeling you had years ago, the feeling, that something's about to happen...VERY soon.

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Your father reached out, but you slipped away from his grasp, running to the front door and dashing outside.

You had tears of frustration in your eyes. Why??? You hadn't done anything...everyone smokes and drinks...and you didn't want to be an outcast. Why did you get caught?? “I hate them...” you bitterly hiss again and then look down at the small boy tugging your sleeve.

“Hate who?” asked the little five-year-old, giving you an innocent look. You sighed and knelt down, hugging him “Take care or mom and dad for me. I love you. Bye...” and you kissed him on the forehead.

He wiped it away with a grimace “Eww, gross. Now I have girl germs all over me!” You smiled at your little brother's comment and stood up, looking at your father standing in the doorway. “Don't follow me. I never want to see the two of you again!”

And without hearing an answer you ran...
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You hug your knees. What a stupid idea it had been to run. You could've gone to that hospital or whatever that was, and everything would've been all right. But no, you chose the hard way. The really really wrong way.

You curse at yourself, how could've you been so idiotic to trust him!? Just some random stranger!?!?!?

 

Weren't you taught already in kindergarden, that you're never ever suppose to go with people you don't know, and how dangerous it would be, weren't you???

 

...So what on earth made you act that way!?

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You stopped running when you were sure your father wasn't following. Looking around you realised you were in an unfamiliar place. You frowned and sat down at the edge of the pavement and pouted on what to do next.

“Are you lost?” asked a sweet calming voice. You looked up, and saw a man looking at you. “Go away!” you hissed, making him smirk. “Are you hungry?” he asked, and suddenly you noticed your growling stomach. You blushed and nodded, still eyeing him cautiously. “C'mon, let's go to my place, so I can get some money and take you to a restaurant.” You smiled - that sounded perfect!
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He opened the door and purred: “Lady's first!” you smiled and walked inside, jumping to the sound of the door being slammed shut. You turned and raised an eyebrow as he locked the door and shoved the key in his pocket.

“I think I want to go now...” you quietly said and began walking towards the door. But halfway there, he lunged himself towards you, spinned you around and pinned you against the wall. “Let GO OF ME!!!!!!!” you screamed on top of your lungs, making him laugh.

“Be quiet girly!” spat the man and then punched you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. He laughed again and grabbed you by your hair “You'll be perfect. Customers like a girl who fights...it adds the thrill.” He said, and then took out a cloth and placed it on your mouth.

You struggled, kicked and scratched him. But once you inhaled whatever was on that cloth, you blacked out...