Death
sweetlover48
Dear Diary,
Can you believe it? Hayden, the school jackass, asked me out today! Obviously I said no, but I'm still shocked he asked me.
He got very angry when I said no to him. I'm pretty sure the first person to ever reject him. As long as he leaves me alone, I'll be happy.
Dear Diary,
You guessed it, he won't leave me alone. I'm scared, diary. Apparently no one ever insults him because he has ties to the Sadudars! Why would such a prominent gang want an eighteen year old boy? And why would he want me?
Dear Diary,
I know this isn't actually a Diary. I just need something to mentally arrange my thoughts in. Hayden followed me after I left work. He and his friends kidnapped me. It almost hurts too much to think about, and I'm not talking about the cuts and bruises that cover my skin. I'm tied up in a warehouse. They took my purity in the most demented ways, Diary. I'm not sure how much longer they will keep me here. Micheal, Hayden's friend, threatened to kill me if I didn't behave. I heard the two of them calling more of their friends, bragging about what they did to me.
Dear Diary,
What's the use of me pretending that my impending insanity is a Diary? It only gives me something to keep my mind off things. And by things, I mean Hayden and Micheal bringing me to the park to see Will and Owen, where they told me that they went through my backpack and found my Diary, which had my address in it. They told me that if I misbehaved or tried to escape, they would kill my parents.
They then transferred me again to Micheal's house, where they gang raped and tortured me. I heard rumors that they have done this before, but they let their victim go after they were done with her.
I feel so detached. My throat is raspy with from tears and screaming. I'm sure Micheal's parents can hear me, but they won't save me. No one will.
Dear Diary of Delusions,
Apparently my mother contacted the police about my disappearance. I don't know how many days I've been missing, but obviously it's raised some concerns. Until Hayden held a knife to throat and forced me to call my mother.
"Mom? Dad? Are you there?" I remember tentatively waiting to hear their voices.
"Jane! Oh thank god you're alive!" My mother was practically crying. It killed me to say the next thing.
"I just called to tell you that I ran away. Stop with the investigations. Goodbye." My words were trapped in my throat as tears flooded my eyes. Hayden hung up the phone and removed the knife.
"Are you happy now?" I spat at him.
"Darling, I've only just begun. The boys and I intend to keep you for a long time." He smiled demonically. I will never forget those words, not until the day I die.
The boys have been torturing me. They hang me from the ceiling and use me as a punching bag, starve me, rape me, and put me through living hell. I want to die.
They put me through sexual torture that I cannot bring myself to think of. They burn me, and pierce my chest with needles. They've put fireworks inside me. And yet I survive.
Diary,
I cry for death. I beg them to just kill me and get it over with, but they don't listen. They don't care. I've lost all control of my bodily functions, and they punish me for that.
I've started to go through convulsions. The boys thought I was faking seizures and set me on fire. For some reason, I survived.
Why won't god just let me die already?
I beg the boys to kill me. I cannot eat, they try to feed me, but my stomach rejects food. And then they punish me as if this is my fault.
So I beg you, if there is a god out there, have mercy on my souls and release me from this cage of eternal life. Hell is preferable. What did I do to deserve this? Why, god, do you punish me like this? I was a good girl, I didn't party or drink and I did well in school!
They got mad at me for crying, so they forced me to sleep outside on the balcony in the middle of winter. I have lost control of my legs.
They challenged me to a game the other day. I hate them so much, I wanted so badly to win, which I knew I could. I only wanted to knock them down I peg, but they were the ones knocking me down after I won.
They then set me on fire for a second time, but this time they covered me in lighter fluid. And this time, god answered my prayers.
He let me die.
The boys didn't realize that I had died until Micheal's older brother said that it smelled like rotting flesh. The boys were scared of being caught and they took my body and put it in a river.
The police eventually found my body and figured out who did it. The boys confessed everything they did to me. But it wasn't enough.
Hayden only got 17 years in prison, and he got the longest time of anyone. He murdered a seventeen year old in 1989 after 44 days of torture, and he's already out of prison. The rest of the boys got less, between 5-9 years in prison. At least I never have to see them again.
Their identities were supposed to be kept from the press, but one angelic reporter released their names, stating that human rights do not belong to brutes.
My funeral was beautiful. All my friends and family showed up. I'm so happy that my parents forgave me for that phone call. I can't wait to see them again.
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