He came for me hidden in the darkness of the night praying he would never notice me from behind. As I heard his loud steps behind me, I held back the fright of him walking past. He held the knife to my chest as he put the towel over my head and tossed me in a vehicle. The car reached a stopping point, the room was dark and cold he uncovered my face he ran his fingers through my hair. He jerked my head so my ear could feel his hot disliking breath, the knife in his hand passed over my spine. The strange man tied me to a wooden post with rope and left some food. Later he returned and fed me as if I was a child. My body felt lifeless as he slowly took my clothing off the thought of his rough hands coursing my body made me gag. When all of a sudden four gun shots, his body dropped onto mine blood dripping from his mouth to my face I couldn't help but cringe. The smell of his skin and sweat lingers on me, all I see is his dark coal eyes as I walk alone dressed in what rags is left of my clothes. I feel so worthless neither home nor the streets is a safe place to be. In the rooms of a household that hold no clues to what has happened to me in reality.
Hi my Name is Moriah I am a senior in high school and I love to write but sometimes I have problems getting my mind to find words to fit into my work. Music influences my writing along with my life events. I have a variety of pieces. leave comments and suggetions. I will try and post once a week.
Writing, poetry, short stories, creative writting