The thought shakes me out of my stupor. I thrash against my capturer’s hold, scratching and kicking anywhere I could.
My back is slammed against something hard. Air knocks out of my lungs, and I gasp for non-existent breath.
A claustrophobic feeling creeps up my spine, paralysing me. My entire existence is filled with the tall, broad figure looming over me like a dooming grim reaper.
I know fear.
I lived it. Twice.
During Mum’s accident and my hit-and-run. However, fear isn’t a feeling someone can get used to. It’s not a feeling that gets better with time.
If anything, it gets worse.
Now that I’ve seen fear’s face, it keeps changing so every experience is more horrific than the previous one.
Tremors shoot down my limbs and I’m shaking like a leaf during a downpour.
“P-please… please…” I mumble against the hand holding me in place.
I should know by now that begging doesn’t save you. Begging can make those with sick minds want to torture you some more.
But I have nothing else.
Even if I fight, my captor is obviously way stronger than me.
He stopped my earlier struggles with a mere hand. He can tear me from limb to limb if he chooses to.
His free hand glues against my chest.
My eyes screw shut as tears burn behind my lids.
Oh, God.
Please no.
Please.
Something inside me snaps and any reluctance I had about fighting back disappears. I punch and kick everywhere and nowhere all at once.
I barely hit anything, but I don’t stop. I’m crying and punching and kicking like a manic.
He fists my shirt and my screams turn crazier, even though they’re blocked by his hand.
He pulls me forward. I trip, but I catch myself in the last second before falling to my face.
Both hands disappear from my chest and my mouth.
Before I can form any thoughts about what just happened, blinding light goes on in the car park.
I’m standing near the exit with my back facing the school.
Harsh, shallow breaths leave my mouth as my heart thumps against my ribcage.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.