Part one - Blood on the clock

Not sure if going to continue this. The title, I have just made it up.

Please tell me what you think! But I'm 80% sure that I'm not going to keep on writing this.

The day I disappeared off the streets, I remember it clearly as if it was yesterday. Tuesday 27th April 2007, was a horrible day for both me and my family. I vanished into thin air; nobody knew or saw what had happened. It was like I had disappeared.

It was a normal Tuesday morning; I got off the bus and started to walk towards school. You see, I live far away from school, and none of the school buses run near me, so I have to catch a public bus and then walk for a little bit. This was my second year in high school; I went to Clara Girls’ High School. Going there was tough for me, as I knew no one in my form class in the first year, although some of my friends went there. We didn’t see each other as much and we kind of split up and made new friends. Which, are much better for me, my new friends are so wonderful. We are more the goody goods, the shy ones, and the ones who are different. Our group grows and grows as more and more decide to sit with us at lunch times.

It’s the second term of the year, which means its winter so I was wearing my kilt, blouse, tie, jersey and blazer. The uniform is burgundy and with golden ribbing. I was making my way down Gullies Ave, as it has an Alley way that leads to the back of my school. So it’s a lot quicker, everyone uses it. But that one Tuesday was different; it changed my life forever.

There was a strong wind and the trees were madly blowing, lots of leaves were falling. I remember hearing a strange sound of car breaks, and then a car motor shutting off. I ignored it, stupidly, and continued walking. The sound of a car door opening and the slamming shut, and yet I still ignored this. I heard someone behind me, by now I’m getting scared so I start walking faster and faster until I’m almost into a jog. But what I don’t know is that he is getting faster and faster behind me, he reached out his arms. I felts them graze my breast, I try to run, but he’s too quick and has got hold of me. My phone fell to the ground, I heard it smash and I can see the screen is now cracked. I’m carried away; I got flipped onto his shoulder. A huge smell of body odor enters my nose, I clench, and the smell is awful. I’m kicking and screaming, just trying to do anything to escape. But my body failed on me, it gave up.

I was put inside a black van, lying across the back seat. He reached over and blind folded me, I can’t see a thing. I felt something go across my mouth, its duct tape. My arms also have been roped up together, and he’s taken my cell phone and watch. Not knowing what to do I just laid there, still and quiet.

“Why did he pick me?” I had thought over and over. Maybe I was just an easy target, maybe its because I was at the wrong place wrong time. This I may never know the answer too. I listened for a while, the motor got tuned on. The van sounds old, as it started coughing. We may be driving for seconds, minutes, hours. I don’t know I lost track to time. I wonder if anyone has discovered that I’ve been taken. All of a sudden the car screeches to a stop, and the motor switches off. The mystery man gets out, and starts touching me. His hands cup my breasts; I can feel his warm breath on my neck. He quickly lets go, I sense that he is worried.

I get picked up, this time I don’t bother to struggle, whatever happens to me I deserve. I hear door after door, gets opened and slammed shut. Finally he puts me down, takes of the blind fold and the duct tape. He unties my wrists, but locks my legs into chains. Gets up and leaves, closing the door tightly. I look around at the dark room. So this is where I’m going to live for now on, lovely.

In the dark I can make out a bed that’s poorly made, a dirty toilet and sink. No clock, no lights. It seems like hours go by, I’m just sitting there, on the hard cold floor. A wave of sleepiness comes over me, and my eyelids get heavier and heavier, while the time goes past. I try to fight it, but finally my body gives in. I curled up on the floor, slowly drifting off, into the land of sleep. I don’t care what happens to me anymore, I’m not worried about nightmare. As at the moment, I’m living in a nightmare. I dream about what might happen to me, and I wake up in a panic. Next thing I hear is doors, a line of doors getting opened. Every now and again I’ll hear the “bang” of a door opening and then shutting, closer and close I heard him coming. My stomach sunk. What am I going to do? What should I say? I turn around, my heart feeling like it’s about to burst out of my chest. The door opens, and he just stands there staring at me. I try to see his face but the bright light blinds me, I shade my eyes.

“What do you want from me?” I yell at him, even though I already know the answer. He wants sex; he’s going to rape me. Really, I actually don’t care; I don’t give a fuck about anything anymore. He grunts at me.

“Fuck up, you little bitch, you are going to stay here, and be quiet.” He yelled at me, with a hard deep voice. He comes towards me; I see his arm stretched out. Next I feel a sharp pain of my right cheek. He just slapped me, how dare him. I feel a tear welling up into my eyes, all he does is check that my chains are still tightly on my wrists and then leaves. I feel warmth, of my salty tears running down my face. I cry for many reasons; he hit me, no one will be able to see my white blonde hair any more. No one will see my hazel eyes, my round lips, and my face. No one will call me by my name “Lisa Isabelle Ferbuot” now I’m know as a bitch.