The Silver Lining

By Late afternoon most of my traveling plans were complete, i was finally ready to leave home.
I started a slow, and evenly spaced march towards the the front door, my footsteps echoed on the hard concrete tiles. As I was leaving I looked around the life that I was leaving, the wall, roof and the crudely scattered furniture gave off a stagnant, gray, cold aura; I shivered. I never liked the house or my parents, and I had the bruises to prove they didn't care for me either. I stepped out into the freezing night air, and quietly exhaled in apprehension, as I trod the dark alleyways the rain stung my face like jagged knives falling from the gloomy heavens. I found a place to sleep later that night, it wasn't much but the derelict shop offered some protection and to me that was all that mattered. That night I cried myself to sleep. The next night I decided to find a place to stay until i could gather my bearings, I sat momentarily on a park bench and huddled in thought mixed with self pity and regret. Suddenly I heard something, I looked up just in time to see a huge figure hurdling through the frosty air crash into me...

I awoke with a huge headache and felt searing pain throughout my body, the room came into focus and realized I was staring up at a ceiling. I could feel crusted blood on my face and raised my hand to touch it, but my hand wouldn't move. I fumbled about groggily and realized I was tied down to a bed. I started to panic, my pulse quickened. I screamed. Screamed for help, fear, pain to me it didn't matter I was just overcome by the enormity of my situation. All of a sudden a blinding florescent light flared on and I was thrust into white oblivion. A hand shot out from the harsh glaring light and it clamped over my screaming mouth, it stunk of cigarettes A raspy voice pierced the silence, “ there is no point in screaming no one is looking for you”, his hand slid down my breasts and I realized that my jeans were around my ankles. I screamed “what have...