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To die... Is not to die, Chapter 1 |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Tuesday, 20 May 2008 | |
Midnight
Chapter 1
I had been in english, reading Of Mice And Men, when my teacher shoved a dirty, white, envelope on my desk.He seemed irritated for reasons I could not fathom, at the time. "For you, Mary." he said with forced enthusiasm. I felt as though I were doing something wrong, just by being in her class, just by the almost angry look upon his face. I turned the envelope over and, without much effort, peeled the beige flap open. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled the silky handkerchief with my initials as well as his, MJ, Mary Jones, and MT, Michael Thomas. It was beautiful, just like the other girfts he had sent me not just at school, but at home too. I remembered how I had to explain to my parents that my 'boyfriend' felt it neccessary... I could only just make out the words written in lace on the silk...
You run but I am faster.
I looked up from the letter and felt 50 eyes fixed on me, "Mary," Mr Thomas, my English teacher, said in a voice full of worry, "what is that note about?" I looked up at my teacher, wondering why it was any of his business what was was, and said, my voice trembling with fright, "It's nothing, sorry for the interruption..." silence, I could hear every tick of the clock that hung from the wall above the door, a death toll. The lesson seemed to speed by after that, time was slipping by, even though I was dreading what was waiting for me when that bell rang. I was playing with a loose strand of hair that refused to remain tidy, not caring what everyone else in my class thought of my suddenly strange behaviour. At home there was an unpleasant welcoming party; Michael and his posse, two strong looking men and a woman, too thin to be considered beautiful, or even pretty. I searched the open-plan apartment for my mother but she was nowhere to be found. I turned to the gruff looking men, asking, again, politely, "What have you done with my mom?" Michael turned away from me and my heart skipped a beat, "Michael," I growled, turning his head so that he could see the thin lips, "what have you done with my parents?" his hand clenched around mine in a fashion that reminded me of a snake in an Animal Planet documentary. My eyes were fixed on the muscle-pact arm, the vein-ridden hand, and I yelped as I felt serge of pain run through my arm like electricity.He had wrapped his hand around the top of my arm like a vice and it was painful in ways that I can not describe. I did not understand, at the time, why he was hurting me so, but I knew that I should not have asked him to tell me. Tears poured from my eyes and ran down my cheeks, which seemed to alter his behaviour toward me, "Don't cry." there was something in his voice that dried up my tears, it was comforting somehow, like a warm blanket on a cold day. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white, laced, handkerchief; he folded it up into a triangle and began to mop up my tears. I had seen this before, only once, when I had last cried so thoroughly, "How many of these have you got..." I had only been asking out of curiousity, but my voice faded into nothing. My throat became dry and sore, Michael looked murderous. His pupils became dilated and he through the handkerchief at me, "What," he caught my wrists in his giant hands and continued what he was in the middle of saying, "do you think this is? You're average kidnapping? A party? I'm going to kill you sweetheart." His strong arms captured me. I didn't get a chance to dodge his hand as it twisted around my tiny waist; I saw Michael was more than just content with my attire... and how easy it was to get off... "Michael!" I cried as he kissed me hard, "You're hurting me!" he felt around inside my pocket, and then pulled out a packet of cigarettes, which I had brought just that morning. He flashed me one of his smiles, teeth were jagged and stained with blood. Michael then popped the cigarette into the corner my mouth, lit it and held my nose so I chocked on the toxic fumes. After ten seconds, when he saw the colour leave my face, he only removed it so he could replace his own dead one with mine. He lay down beside me and laid a hand on my chest. I was scared of him; he knew it only too well. "Why are you crying, sweetheart, Why are you crying?" he asked, even though the answer was as clear as the tears on my cheeks. I blinked the tears away and looked at him, incredulous, my eyes burning, "G-G-Go away!" I sobbed, "J-J-Just leave me a-a-alone, alright?" He sighed and ran his fingers across my top, "I need to see you underneath this..." my breath caught, I watched in amazement as, on the first attempt, he was able to undo all the buttons on my top with a single movement. He then was able to remove it from me with just a click of his fingers. I opened my mouth, amazed and frightened, "How... How did you do that?" Michael smiled and winked at me suggestively, "Practice, Darling, Practice." he laughed at my shock. He stared down at me with pity in his eyes and his smile faded, "Don't look at me like that, don't look at me like I'm being unreasonable, you made a deal with me, remember?" I made a ‘humph' noise and recalled what I had said last summer, the deal I'd made to save my life. It was true; I had said that I would do anything, anything, in return for my life, anything and everything Michael wanted. I must have not been well, I must not have been thinking clearly, because what he was insisting would mean leaving my home, school, my family and friends, not to mention my freedom. Surly, it was better than ending up where my sister was; in the prison at Michel's castle in the rural country-side of Yorkshire, I had thought it would be better anyway. This was before I had really comprehended the danger that Michael's presence symbolised... It started one cold, dark day in December. I was walking down the path in front of my house, heading for the gate at the end of it, when I heard a voice behind me. It said, "Where do you think you're going, what do you think you're doing?" I froze, what was I doing? I really was going to get it now. "I'm err... just going for a walk." Wrong thing to say, wrong thing to say, "What do you mean!? You're not going anywhere." I opened my mouth to detest but all that came out was sob and a cry "Why?" Michael looked grim. "Because," he said in a light tone, giving me a wink, "I want you here when I do..." he shrugged and looked at his silver lined watch, "Well, when I do what I plan on doing." I was scared now, so scared that even the hairs on my head were shaking uncontrollably. Placing a hand on my shoulder, Michael stepped sideways so that he was in front of me, and looked down at me while smiling and stroking my head; For a moment I thought he wasn't going to make me suffer, that he wasn't going to do what I suspected he would from the start, but I should have known that things were not as they seemed. The next day, at the break of dawn, I planned my escape; I would have to think about this very carefully if it were ever going to happen. I doubted that I could escape through the front door and so I knew that this would be more difficult than I had first suspected. "What are you doing?" he growled, dragging my fingers back from where they had been carefully picking the lock of the chains around my ankles, "You think I don't watch you?" he sneered in my ear as he boke my wrists as easily as if he were breaking cheese. I screamed and fell backwards onto the floor, where things promptly turned black as onix. I screamed, the pain worse than when he had last beaten me, and I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks like rain.My hands dangled from my now fractured arms.I knew that what I really wanted, and it scared me, because it was to die. "Quit screaming, you little *****." he sneered as I agonised over my broken wrists, which had now swelled to double their usual size. I could hear the venom coating his voice like syrup over pancakes, I could not deny that his words hurt me more than any punishment he had inflicted upon me before, physically or mentally.
Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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