Chapter 1
I’m dead. Well I must be. Everything faded to black and now all I see is a bright light. That’s what’s supposed to happen when you are dead, therefore I must be dead. It really is my fault. I had the chance to kill him but I just didn’t want anyone to die. How ironic, I didn’t want anyone to die but in the end the one who dies is me.
“Andrea!”
I guess I’m not dead.
“She opened her eyes!”
I know that voice. Michonne. I’m safe. I’m safe. The concept seems so foreign: safe.
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His weight crushes me. I stare at the ground. I will not let him break me, well at least not have the satisfaction of knowing he has done so. I will stare at the ground. The ground is something I can focus on. Something that is not him.
I know what he is doing.
“Philp, I know you are trying to scare me. I am not scared. I am not scared of you.” I say sounded a lot stronger than I feel.
“Don’t worry sweet heart, you will be.”
I give him a look of defiance that is meant with a slap.
“Enough messing around, let’s get to it.”
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“Andrea please stay awake!”
Listen to her voice, I tell myself. Stay here. I am here. I am safe. He doesn’t have me anymore.
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He stands up. I grin and chuckle to myself. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. Then it hits me. All at once like a rock. He is going to hurt me. I watch him step back. He was not leaving, as I had originally thought. I watch him first unbuckle his belt, then take off his pants. I know what is coming. But I look him straight in the eye anyway.
I will not let him break me, well at least not have the satisfaction of knowing he has done so. I feel him get on top of me again. This time I fight. I kick him back off of me and he falls to the floor. This leads him to go and garb his knife. He points it at me and I stay as still as a rock, which is easy considering the fact that I am handcuffed in place.
He moves closer again.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I sound cold and emotionless.
“I told you, you would be scared.” He looks at me with that sadistic grin.
By now he is back on top of me. Without thinking, I spit in his face, “I am not scared.”
He simply wipes the spit off his face and barks “Don’t lie to me.”
He breaks the eye contact and starts what he came here to do.
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“No! NO! Philp stop! Please!”
“Andrea!” Rick. It’s Rick. I think it’s Rick.
“Shut up bitch,’’ I still feel him, smell him, hear him.
“Please don’t do this,” I cry. “Please anything but this.” My voice crackles and sounds as weak as I feel.
It’s bright again. I see figures all around me. Slowly they focus. Michonne. Rick. Carl. Carol. Maggie. I see them. I’m safe.