Help Me, It Hurts Rough Draft #1 By:Jazzy I'm trying to run. Runaway. From all the pain and hurt my own family gave me. Wh y? Why must every time that I forgive somebody that they hurt me even worst than the fi rst time. It's not fair. It's not fair! I never asked for this! Why must it happen to me? I kno w there is a Jesus up there and I pray every day and night and yet I continued to be in pain. But h e did keep me alive and I guess that is all a pathetic person like me can ask for. Nothing mor e. Packing now. And fast. My abusive mother and father are knocked out but father should be waki ng up any minute now. I hurried and packed everything I needed. Food, clothes, money. I couldn't bring credit cards...they would track me. I pac ked my best friends necklace and teddy bear. These was her favorite things. I have to hurry. I have to hurry!! If he finds out that I'm trying to runaway he will KILL ME. I'm already bleeding enough. Then I heard footsteps. Oh no! I Ran to the door and locked it. That should be a ble to slow him down. I grabbed my book bag with everything I packed in it and I opened the wind ow. Then I did what any girl with my life did. I jumped out the window "Ally!!! " I heard him yell from the window. "Ally! Get in here!" His words were slurring so he must be drunk. I ran and ran and ran until I found somewhere that looked like La s Vegas but I knew it wasn't. But I did knew one thing. I was far from home. They weren't goin g to find me anytime soon. I sat in a dark alley. I know it was a stupid thing to do but if t he police find me then they will take me back to my father and mother. They aren't any good. I kno w I don't deserve anything better but I don't want to be there anymore. I hung on to my bag. I was hungry but I knew I would have to wait until It was a bsolutely necessary. I don't have a lot of money. Only $500 and that won't last long witho ut a job. I'm only 15 years old and there isn't a lot of jobs out there for 15 yr old I decide d to take a chance and move. During the day I will sleep but at night I will keep moving. I picked my self up wincing at my bleeding wounds and walked down the ally. About five minutes after walking down the ally I felt like someone or something was watching me. I stopped where I was, and slowly turned. I hoped that if I were to die, that it would at least be a woman. Then at least there would be a chance of generosity available for a winch like me. Once I turned there was noth ing there. I must be hallucinating. I looked at my stomach where my wounds were. They were st ill bleeding pretty bad. My hand touched my stomach and blood appeared. I sighed I'm going to have to spend money on that. Or I would get an infection. I turned back around l ooking at my feet and started to walk forward as before. But then I bumped into something.. Or someone. I looked up shocked and scared. Very scared. It was a man. I learned the hard wa y to never trust a man. All they do was hurt you and bring you pain. And death. "What are you doing back here Miss?" A gentle voice said. It was amazing. The mo st amazing voice I have ever heard. "I. I um . " What am I supposed to tell him? Hey oh nothing just running a way from home. Yea right. " I'm going home. It's right there at the end of this alley" I lied. "Hm. Pretty strange since I went back there and it's a . dead end" My breath ing started to harsh. "Really? I guess I took the wrong alley. Well thanks for telling me I'm going to go back and see if I can find the right one. Nice meeting you" I said then I started to turn and went back the way I came until a hand was on my shoulder. I immediately started to struggle an d beg. "Please! Please don't hurt me! Please!" The mystery guy came into view and I saw what he looked liked. He had short brown hair. It wasn't exactly short but defiantly was n't long either. His eyes were heart breathtakingly blue and his features were sharp. His eyes were full of pain for some reason. But it wasn't my business anyway. On ce again I begged. "Please. Just let me go" He shook his head. "You're coming with me" "No! no! NO! don't please! Don't hurt me." He looked shocked. I struggled and go t free of his shocked arms and I ran. I ran even though my stomach was killing me. I ran and r an until his face was gone from view. I stopped and clutched at my side. The pain really was killing me. I'm going to die from blood loss. Then I pushed my self further. I walked for an other hour I believe, with a bleeding wound. But I took my shirt off and wrapped it tightly a round my stomach, but kept my jacket over myself. It helped for awhile but then I started to feel faint. And that eventually what happened. I fainted. But before I could completely lose conscious, I heard that same amazing voice whisper, "I've been looking everywhere for you stranger." And then I felt myself being li fted and I was lost in unconscious. I was awake now but I wasn't going to open my eyes. My breathing was harsh, and I had a major headache. I took the chance to open my eyes and when I did, I saw the most beautiful thing ever. The room was black and gold(the gold just looks like gold not actual gold). The bed I was laying in, the sheets were gold yet the comforter black. You had black cur tains around the bed that was pulled back with gold ropes. I was in a black short summer dres s. I lifted the dress up and the wound were my dad stabbed me was wrapped up. I pus hed my dress back down. I touched my face. My busted lip was beginning to heal, and my swollen eye wasn't as swollen before. I looked at my arms. They were better.. The bruises we re pretty bad but not as bad as before. It still hurt to breathe but I managed anyway. I got o ut of bed and limped towards the big wooden black and gold doors. "What happened to you? You looked like hell when I found you." I know that voice . I turned around or limped around and saw him again. The same heart breaking blue . My breathing stopped but immediately started to cough. I put my hand over my mouth then when I was finish coughing blood was on my hands. I looked up at the stranger wi th a apologetic face. "S-sorry" He shook his head, it didn't seem like it disturbed him, more like it just pained him to see it. "Where -where am I ?" I asked a little scared. Normally I would be the o ne who answers the questions while someone else asks them. "My place" Then all of a sudden I remembered my bag. With the little food, money , and clothes that I had in it. "Where's my bag? Sir please you have to give me my bag! I do anything if you jus t give me my bag!" I said, starting to panic. "Calm down. Calm down. Your bag is downstairs" "Can I go get it? Please sir?" The best way to stay on a man's good side is to s how him that you are his for the taking and that you would not disrespect him in anyway. I le arned that the hard way too. I bowed even though it hurt like hell, I still bowed to him for a show of respect. I saw his feet move toward me and I stiffened. He stopped for a second then he t ook slower steps. He's going to hurt me. I know it. Just accept your punishment Ally I thou ght to myself. He was standing in front of me know and I was starting to shake from fear and fr om not being able to support my weight. I could support it just not for too much longer. I fe lt Hands on m shoulders pushing them up. I cringed and shudder at his touch. He sto pped and gently took my arms and pushed me so I was no longer bowing but standing up stra ight. "I show you were your bags are" Then took my hand gently and led me out of the r oom and downstairs. I was shaking the whole way, men are kind one minute then threatenin g the next.