I was scared.
No, terrified was the exact word for this, as I backed away slowly towards the end of the dead-end alley and carefully not to trip over something.
I felt the need to stand taller, even if it didn't mean anything to those sick predators in front of me. No, they were not human; they were just sick bastards that were always ready to take advantage of weak people anywhere they could find. Weak people like me.
It all started after my stepfather left me and my mom for work on the night before my thirteenth birthday party. Only this time, he never came back.
After he left, my mom had to work hard day and night to give me a somewhat normal life. She often came home late because she worked two jobs every day. The next thing we knew, there was a rumor that my mom was a prostitute. But she wasn't. She was the strongest and the most dedicated woman in my life. She never gave two cents about what other people said, as long as she could pay the bills and deliver warm food in the kitchen for me.
Shortly after, my own hell started. Kids at school called me names, and my friends avoided me like the plague. Even my little neighbor pointed her small finger at me.Three years later, nothing has changed. They still bullied me every chance they got. Every day was a new torment; every day was a survival challenge for me, leading to this very moment.
They made me sick to my stomach. I felt beads of sweat running down my back as I tried to think of a way to escape. I knew they planned to do much worse now than what they usually did to me. I just knew.
God Lords, I was so scared and terrified out of my mind.
How could this happen to me? What did I do so wrong to deserve such a terrible life?
And I began to get sick of myself for being so weak and foolish, for doubting myself and letting those bastards harass me time after time. And for doing nothing to defend myself. I wanted to fight and end this for once and for all. But I knew I've got nothing to fight with. I'm weak. I'm a coward.
I came to the end of the alley, and they stood a few feet away with sadistic hunger shining in their eyes."Can't get any further, bitch?" the taller one said, Braid, I thought his name.
"Just do as I said; you won't feel hurt. I promised you will enjoy it," the next one said as he laughed and walked closer to me.
A shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes, too scared to see what was going to happen and too angry to witness my weak self getting close to my end.
I gritted my teeth and pulled my hands to my side as I felt him looming over my short stance, ready to attack. And I thought to myself, I won't go down without a fight. I'd give myself the fight I deserved with the last courage I had in me.And yet, at the same time, I had this dark thought haunting my resolution. I wish I died. I didn't want to live this horrible life. I wish this were all just a nightmare.
I was so damn tired I wanted to give up.
Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong?
No. I did nothing wrong.They're the one in the wrong. They're a shame to humanity.
I wished they died in a gruesome way; they'd begged for their own death. How I really wish I was the one who gave them so much pain, they'd beg for death from me.
I wished it all with all of my heart and soul. My body vibrated with a dream of vengeance. I was so angry that I felt my blood boil and my heart beating hard like a drum in a war.
All I could think about was death. My death. Or their death.
The next thing I knew, I heard them screaming in pain and anguish. I dared to open my eyes, and what I saw was something that shocked me to the core.My eyes widen in horror as I watched them suffer while screaming for help on their knees. Their hands covered their eyes, blood coming out of their noses and ears. And then they looked up to me with eyes so red they looked like a lake of blood simmering in the dark.
What the hell happened? Was I dreaming?
I didn't know what was happening, or how this could have happened in the first place.
I was so confused and frightened that I just bolted from there in a panic, never turning back.