Page 57 of Signed for You

I’m gagging, coughing, spluttering and retching.

I’m screaming, fighting, in pain, not capable of saving myself.

He’s holding my legs apart no matter how much I try to fight it. My body is at the end of its tether.

He pushes himself inside of me and it hurts.

It hurts so much that I feel the screaming off my lips change from a scream to an outright cry. I sound like a little child desperate for her mother.

But I don’t have anyone to come and save me.

He’s pumping his body in and out of me as Matt slaps me some more.

It feels like a fire is going off inside of me. Stretching, scratching, and a burning fire is killing me. I feel like I’m being torn apart.

It hurts so badly I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Matt has a knife in his hand and I can hardly move to watch what he’s doing.

My whole body is moving on the floor from the movements happening within me.

I’m crying. I’m begging. I’m asking a God I've never believed in, I’m asking anyone to stop this. To save me. To give me something to hold onto.

I feel a scratch on my neck, though when I look I know it must be so much more than that. There’s a knife on my neck.

I feel no pain when he drags it up onto my face, across my cheek.

He stabs my arm and I feel a searing pain both inside of me from the monster inside of me but also from the knife that is being repeatedly stabbed into my body.

He puts it into my stomach.

Passes it to Stoner who takes a break and shoves it into my leg. Again. And again.

My stomach. Again.

They’re going to kill me.

I’m going to die today.

My body isn’t my own anymore. I feel like I’m watching it from above. From a whole different place.

And then the door opens.

My sight is blurry, my mind a puddle of despair and horror as I attempt to call for help from whoever the new entry into the room may be. I look up, my sight clearing slightly and I see two faces, both of which make my throat feel like it's being strangled. The air leaves my lungs, the room becomes smaller, my mind confused as I look upon the face I always assumed would forever be my saving grace.

It's Gray, but my brother hasn't come to save me. And neither has the man stood next to him.

Epilogue

Diary Entry #1

I will never sign my story again, for my body has been signed in ways that kill me, and I never wish to instill that horror onto anyone or anything, not even these sheets of paper beneath my hand, but for this one time, for once, for the only time there will ever be - I'm signing my story for you.

CK

Charlie Keller

To be continued…

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