Trapped (þrumuveður)
Aug 15, 2010 17:42:51 GMT -5
Post by Meeka on Aug 15, 2010 17:42:51 GMT -5
Kaya Lentach:
It was already dark when I walked home, my eyes tired and heavy from a day's worth of running around the woods, searching for food. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't find anything. Not even a handful of berries. I turn the corner that leads past a darkened old birch tree. It's soot covered bark suggests that a house fire once destroyed it. I know that it isn't safe to climb the tree since it is dead on the inside.Climbing it would be fatal. I walk past a couple of overturned dustbins by the sidewalk, blinking as two rats scurry out from behind them and disappear before I can even draw an arrow. Nevermind. Rats don't taste good in any case. Now I walk past the cinderblock walls of the old town hall. It's long since been abandoned for a better looking one by the District Square. I prepare to walk to the left to take my usual short cut down the muddy pathway, alongside the southern side of the woods.
Suddenly, I am pushed back roughly against the dark walls of the old Town Hall. My eyes widen as a large, rough hand covers my mouth and nose and I flail my arms, attempting in vain to strike my attacker. But he is stronger than I am and I am so very hungry and tired. I hardly resist when he turns me around so that the side of my face is pressed against the walll and twists my arm against the small of my back, rendering me helpless. Now I can't even see my attacker. "Remember me?" I recoil as the voice registers. It sends a chill down my spine and suddenly I struggle, even though the pain in my arm is horrible.
It's Johnny Hooper. I knew him long ago, back in school. Back then he had been horrible already. He used to force girls to kiss him and if they didn't, he would corner them after school. One day it had happened to me as well. It had been a horrible experience and even now, years later, his voice send a paralyzing jolt of fear running through me. He tugs my bow from my hand and I hear it hit the ground. My arrows follow. "Do you have any more weapons? Or shall I check for you?" My teeth chatter and I have to fight the urge to throw up right now, onto the wall. "No. That's all I have." Sadly it's true. I did not think of getting cornered by the likes of Hooper when I left the house this morning.
Nowadays, people talk of Hooper and his little gang. It's a group of seventeen to eighteen year old boys that live to beat up young boys in the neighbourhood and corner girls. I knew what he wanted to do to me and I just hoped that it would be over fast. "You're a bastard," I hiss, every ounce of anger behind the word. I wish I could spit in his face, but my position is not very accomadating. He chuckles, apparently amused and I feel his breath hot against my neck. I feel repulsed but my pride doesn't allow for me to scream for help. Plus, he'd probably kill me if I did. Apparently that occurs to him too, because I feel a blade against my cheek. "Now, don't you scream."