A Beautiful Mess - Ninja Choco (e novels for free txt) 📗

boredom coating there faces and one even glanced at his watch.

I chose to ignore them, their presence I blanked out as I studied the fine details of my surroundings. My comforter was strewn on the floor and I had an empty coffee mug discarded on the desk from the morning. Looking out the window I realized it was night, the inky black sky littered with stars and I searched my memory for this night, then my enquiry was answered as I stumbled in.

The sixteen year old me stumbled in, the one from a year back wearing shorts and a tank top, the clothes I was wearing the night I was taken. I gasped into my hand as I stumbled back but instead of crashing into the bean bag I seemed to go through it, the touch sending tingling sensations through me.

“Oh god” I mumbled and the six people or vampires stared at me with a raised eyebrow or some sort of mocking look. I ignored then as I tried to supress this onslaught of memories.

 I watched my younger self pick up the ringing phone as I dropped onto the bed, my legs flying up and laughter filling the room as I laughed over something funny. I remember the phone call having been from one of my friends, Grace, I think her name was.

The younger me stood up after a long conversation and a reply of ‘see you later’, before the eldest vampire girl clicked her fingers in boredom and we were transported into a car, Dan’s car, a few hours after my room scene.

 We were laughing, oblivious to the danger ahead, as my brother, Dan sang terribly to the radio in his deep voice. This would be the last time I saw him I remembered and before I realized it I was begging the vampires not to do this, to take me back with what felt like tears blurring my vision.

“Please, I don’t want to see this” I pleaded but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as they continued to watch. I didn’t want to remember, I didn’t want to know what I’ve been through. For so long I’ve supressed these memories, hoping it wasn’t real and now I’m reliving it.

Then it happened.

One moment all seven of us were in the car, the next we stood outside watching the scene unfold. The old truck belonging to Dan severed off the road as a black Sudan crashed into it at full speed. I heard the crunch as our car skidded on the cement, the tires burning the tar as it spun around and around and I could just remember the pain as I touched my head. Then it was silent, a normal accident caused by a drunken driver or a miscalculation done on one of our parts. But it was far from over, not even close.

Because at that moment dark figures dressed in black with ski masks covering and hiding their faces from the world, creeped out with not sound. They came to our doors and swung it open, first dragging Dan then I. I took a step back as I knew what was coming.

“The boy’s useless” one muttered and all three nodded as they stared at his bleeding and battered body. It was then that my younger self started to shift and groan, my eyes opening ever so slowly as if a ton of weight was weighing it down.

“Help us” I begged into the cold night but they laughed, laughed in my face.

“Help you?” one purred out as he grabbed me by the scruff of my head and tugged roughly so I was staring at his rotten face. I nodded and he slapped me, the sound echoing through the night. “No one’s going to help you now little virgin.”

Blood oozed out of my mouth as tears mixed and mingled with it. He threw me back in disgust as I crashed to the floor, wiping his hand from the blood which had dropped onto it. “Stupid girl” he roared in anger, “look what you’ve got on my hand”.  He shoved it into my face and I smelt the tangy smell of crimson blood.

“Teach her a lesson” he demanded and three of his companions held Dan as he groaned, seeming to come back slowly into this world, though I wished he hadn’t. His eyes flickered open tiredly and he stared at me with a questioning look of confusion, it was then that they snapped his finger, his pinky. He screamed, the sound deafening and the real me, the one with vampires fell to the floor as I watched them hollowly as they continued to break his finger’s, his face burnt into my face as the one of pain.

Then all was silent and it was just Dan panting heavily, his eyes staring at me before they set him on fire. The sixteen year old me was yelling into the night, begging for a god that didn’t answer, a god that wasn’t there.

Then the seven of us were gone from that memory and this time we were in a cramped cage with a bed pushed to the side. There I laid, my body bruised as if people had slapped me and violated my body. My lips and eyes were swollen and I was chained to the bed post, tied down.

Soon we were gone from that vision and inside the ‘Black room’. The room with the table in the middle like a sacrifice one, with daggers lying around it and chains of metal hanging from the roof. The younger me was dragged in as I watched from the floor with my knee’s hugged to my chest and tears streaming from my eyes. I dared a glance at the other six and saw some with horror filled gazes or hands raised to mouths, even the kidnapper with no compassion looked disgusted.

My body was limp in their hands as they tied me to the table and I could recall the cold texture of it, the surface smooth but a dark stone. They began chanting something, something sinister and it didn’t take long to realise they were going to sacrifice me, a virgin.

When the cloaked people finished, one dressed in more of a finer design of gold and midnight silk, raised the dagger above his shadowed head and plunged down into my stomach. He dragged the knife down, cutting my womb but the most bothering sight was the way my eyes rolled back and my screams turned into something evil.

Then everything was black….

I screamed and my eyes flew open to see six faces staring at me in horror, as I tried to pull free from the bounds tying me down. Something was eating me from the inside, anger was bubbling and when I opened my mouth to speak my voice came out like a thunder strike.

“How dare you!” I screamed as all fear drained. My hands were warm and when my eyes rolled back I realized why, because they were on fire. Burning red and orange with flickering flames as they slowly crept around the room.

“Die, die, die!” I yelled at them and then I blanked out.

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Publication Date: 06-07-2013

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