The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones

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Sarah is a girl who is abused and found a friend at school one day, but her life only gets worse because of her parents who hurt her. Until she finds out that her friend she made is just like her.
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Sarah is a girl who is abused and found a friend at school one day, but her life only gets worse because of her parents who hurt her. Until she finds out that her friend she made is just like her.

Chapter1 (v.1) - November 10th

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Submitted: May 12, 2017

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Every time I went to school, I always had new bruises and cuts. I just told everyone I had fell. My parents told me to say that. All my friends left me because they thought I was just an emo loser. They didn’t want to have to deal with my problems.

 One day at school, I was walking down the halls as usual. Kids began picking on me, talking behind my back, pushing me down, and hitting me.. Everything changed when I met this one boy. He had hair as black as midnight, leafy green eyes, and white pearly skin. He was tall and slender. Yet I thought that boy was stupid because he had helped me when some girls that used to be my friends pushed me down into the dirt. I asked “Why are you helping me..? You’re just going to get hurt if you hang out with me.” The boy smiled and said “It doesn’t matter. You’re the one that’s hurt. If you don’t mind may I ask where did you get those cuts and bruises..?” “I fell down..” I had said. “Oh. Are you sure?” Said the boy full of doubt. I was starting to slowly get annoyed because he didn’t believe me. The boy stood up and grabbed my items from my arms and asked “What class are you going to?” “Uh I’m heading to math. Mr. Woodstarch.” I replied. “Oh that’s the same place that I’m going too!” Said the boy with excitement. Just then some girls came by and pushed the boy. They started laughing. He fell to the ground and all my stuff fell from his arms. I fell to the ground to help him up. He looked kind of sad for a moment, but then he smiled. I helped pick up the books, papers, and folders. Then I wondered… “Is he like me..?” I muttered. “Huh?” Said the boy. “Nothing, nothing.” I answered. Then we walked off to Mr. Woodstarch’s class.

 By the time we walked through the door the bell had rang. I walked to my seat, the boy followed me with my books in his arms. Some boys were throwing paper balls at me and the boy. We ignored them. But then the boy looked sad again. He said “Can I sit next to you..?” “Why?” I said. “Because I have no friends here and I know you.” “You don’t know me… But you can sit.” I had said rather sadly. When the boy sat down. The Mr. Woodstarch started to take the attendance. “Abby, Carly, Caleb, Maddie, Trish, Blake, Rodney, Stephany, Maybell, Stan, Justin.” When he came to my name a girl started making stupid sounds and mimicking what I said. “Here..” I said rather quietly. Mr. Woodstarch didn’t tell the girl to stop. He just continued with the attendance. “Rylee, Charlese, Maleeka, Roy, Troy, Rebecca, Marley, Bob.” Then he came to one name. Zach Carter. Just then the boy next to me raised his hand and said here. He looked my way and smiled. Right then the bully of the school, Lucifer Buckets, started singing a stupid song. “Zach and Sarah sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” He was singing it so loudly that everyone heard even the kids in the hallway. Everyone was laughing and pointing. I just ignored them. I was used to that kind of stuff. But Zach looked so sad. Like he was about to cry. Just then he smile, stood up, and walked out of the classroom. All this happened while Mr. Woodstarch tried to get everyone to shut up. I felt guilty because all this is happening because he had sat next to me. I ran out the door after him. I found him crouched down by a few lockers wiping his eyes. I sat down next to him, I leaned on him and whispered “Sorry.” In his ear. He stopped wiping and looked at me. I put on a half smile. His green eyes looked full of sorrow and hurt. I said “Let’s go back in the classroom or we’ll get into more trouble.” I stood up and patted his silky black hair. Then I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Okay.” He said and we walked into the classroom. Everyone was still laughing and pointed at us. A random voice screamed over the others “Look at them. Loser one and Loser two! They’re perfect for each other!” I screamed “Shut up!” Everyone got quiet. Then Lucifer walked up to me and stood tall. He said “Did you just tell me to shut up?” “I told everyone to shut up so yeah that includes you.” I replied. Lucifer got in my face and had spit on me. “Loser.” He called me. I accidently hit him when I was trying to walk back to my seat with Zach while wiping the spit off my face. He looked at me, growled, then slapped me. I fell to the floor and held my cheek. I tried to stop the pain by biting my bottom lip but it started to bleed. Just then Zach walked up to Lucifer and punched him in the nose. Lucifer started to cry because the punch was so fatal that he heard a crack. Blood came gushing out of his nose. Then Zack walked to me and helped me up. We walked to our seats together. Zach wiped the blood from my lips. Then he hugged me and said “You’ll be okay.” I almost cried because it’s been years since someone cared, since someone hugged me. I hugged him back. “Thank you.” I had whispered. Then Mr. Woodstarch started to yell at the students. Lucifer got detention for hitting me. Zach didn’t get into trouble because he had a reason to hit Lucifer. Then me and Zach went on with our day.

 By the time I got home it was dinner. I quickly ran upstairs to clean and fix things up. After I was finished I ran to the attic, ran inside and locked the door. I ran to the corner and put my hands over my ears to block out the sounds. Just then I heard banging and screaming. I tried really hard not to hear. Just then I hear banging on the door of my little attic room. “Open this door right now!” Says a voice on the other side of the door. I walked up to the door and unlock it. The door busted open. It’s my dad… He rushed up to me. I backed away as far as I could until I hit the cold wooden wall. He ripped my shirt and started to hit me while yelling “Why can’t you please me! Why are you a freak! No one cares about you! You worthless piece of crap!” I started to cry. I quietly mumbled “Please stop.. Please help me someone..” He started doing things to me while slapping me and hitting rocks up side my head. There’s blood everywhere. My dad threw me onto the bed and started messing with me. I tried to scream but the pain took my voice away. I couldn’t move because of fear. I’m motionless. Then my mother walks in. She sees him above me with his pants off and my pants off and my shirt ripped. “Slut!” She yelled and started hitting me. She threw me onto the ground by my hair and started kicking me. “Why did I have such an ugly slut of a child!” My mother screamed at me. Then my mother turned to my dad and grabbed his hand and they both walked out of the room. I slowly picked myself up and curled up into a ball and started to cry softly. I heard them banging on the walls and other sounds that weren’t so pleasant. I found some clothes and put them on then I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up after that I walked back to my room and cried myself to sleep.

 When Zach came home his parents greeted him with smiles. But he knew what were behind those smiles. Pure hatred. His dad told him to go to his room for a second. While he was walking down the stairs to his “room” he heard some shuffling and stuff being knocked over. When his parents came to his room they were dressed in leather and rubber. His mum was smiling, his dad smirked and said “Why aren’t you dressed? You know how this goes.” Then Zach stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then he started to take off his belt and pants. When he was completely naked he sat down and waited for it all to be over. His mom was complimenting him trying to make him feel good… His dad pushed him down onto the bed and made him lay in the most uncomfortable position. His dad stood on the bed and started to hurt Zach. Zach would yell but his mom would cover his yells with kisses. Then his mom started to touch Zach. She was laughing as she hurt him. His dad was slapping him and pulling his hair while calling him harsh names. Zach would yell but no one could hear him because they were in the basement. “Help me please..!” His mom slapped him across the face and told him to do things. Bad things… After about two hours his parents would leave him. A mess everywhere and all over him. He cried and wished he could leave this world. As he sat on his bed, he decided to take a walk. So he walked to his drawer and got some clothes. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. After about 5 minutes he got dressed and walked out the door.

 Zach made it to the park near by. He thought about how he could get out of this mess with his parents. Everyday those things happen, he couldn’t take all of this. His parents hurting him. Being alone. Except for Sarah. He started to think about her. He thought that she had a great life. He thought…

 When Sarah woke up it was still midnight. She couldn’t sleep because of her injuries and her head. It throbbed due to her dad hitting her up side the head with three rocks. She wanted to leave.. To run away.. To hide.. She opened her little attic door and slipped through the hallway. Trying to be as silent as she could. Until the stupid creak in the floorboard. The sucky part was the creak was right by her parents room. She heard moaning and shuffling inside, so she started to hurry down the stairs. Sadly, Sarah tripped and tumbled down. Her dad came out and saw her.  He ran after her throughout the entire house until she slipped on some water in the kitchen. Her dad had grabbed a knife and and caught up with Sarah. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off the ground and put the knife to her neck. “Stop, or I’ll slit your disgusting throat.” Her dad grumbled in her ear. Sarah froze, she couldn’t move she was scared out of her mind. Her dad was pressing the knife too hard to her neck that her neck started to bleed a little. Sarah finally snapped out of her fear and kicked her dad in the balls. He dropped the knife and fell to the ground groaning from the pain while yelling mean things to her. She cursed at him then ran off toward the front door. When she made it to the front door she thought she was home free. Until she felt a quick but painful pinch on the back of her leg. She looked at a knife thrown in her leg. She fell to the ground in pain and screamed. Then she heard stomping running up to her. Sarah looked over and saw her dad stomping toward her. Sarah tried to limp away but the pain stopped her as fear crept up her spine she screamed “Help me! Please someone help me! They’re going to hurt me! Please help!” Her dad yelled at her “Shut up! You stupid freak!” He grabbed her head and held her mouth closed. Then she heard rushing outside. “Zach!” yelled Sarah. Zach bursted through the door. “What’s going on?” He demanded. “Get out of my house you’re trespassing!” yelled her dad who was crushing Sarah. Sarah screamed at Zach “Please you have to help me!” Zach tackled Sarah’s dad and started bashing his face with his bare hands. “Don’t touch her!” Zach yelled. He kept bashing her dad’s face until the skin on his knuckles were torn off. When Zach finally stopped he examined what he had done. Her father’s face was all bloody, his skull was cracked, his skin was torn, and his could hardly breathe. Zach stood up and grabbed Sarah’s hand and they both ran out of the house.

 


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