Day of dooms

She was crying. She had locked herself up in the toilet for some time now. She felt dirty and shameful. Tears kept running down her cheek, although, what she really wanted to show was her anger. Yet there was only cold despair.

She held her hand, and heard the thought. Do you really want this Laura?

She could hear footsteps, heavy ones, of squeaking rubber shoes. She dried her face with her sleeve. She could not stay here. She had to go back to the classroom, even if the kids would laugh at her, and call her a witch again.

She heard the door crack. Someone was whistling an uncanny melody, as if the person couldn't get the tune right. She shyly pushed the door open. She felt like dashing out towards the corridor. The janitor was cleaning one of the mirrors. She hesitated. The man was creeping her out, but she had to go past him. She stepped out the door, trying to hide her red eyes behind her hair. The man saw her reflection.

'Hey, you what aya doin' here' grunted the man. 'ain't you s'posed to be in class?'

The girl stood still, knowing not what to reply, afraid that anything she would say would make the situation worse. She stared at her feet.

'Ah, It's you, I recognise you. You're the one spawn of the demons. What were you doing in there? Spying on me?'

'No, mister' she murmured with an unsure tone.

'Oh I understand, *that's* what you were doing here right?'

'What?' she asked, confused.

'Having some fun while the others are learning. You really are as they say'

'I do not... understand' She mumbled.

'Stop pretending, you little bitch' barked the man, while turning suddenly towards her.

Startled, she took a step back. His eyes were shining with a glance of madness. He walked towards her, but her steps met the wall as she backed away. He was coming closer, and she could smell his bad breath.

'You enjoy that don't you' He said with a threatening voice.

She ducked and tried to run past him, but he caught her arm with no difficulty. She turned around, and gave him a defying glance. She was unsure what he was going to do, but his mind was filled with anger, and she knew nothing good would come out of it.

You can still leave me now, she thought. But she knew that Laura would keep her company in this delusion.

Her eyes widened. He had pulled her against him, and his face looked immense, just centimetres away from hers. The stench got worse : a mix of cold tobacco and onion soup. She held back from making a disgusted face. When he pressed his tongue through her lips, the taste made her nauseous. it was disgusting ; she didn't even imagine that was possible, or anyone would enjoy that. She bit him. He got furious. He slapped her in the face, sending her on the floor.

She was stunned, but tried to crawl towards the toilet door, hoping to find help in the hall. She was too scared to scream, but she called silently for her mother. The only person on this planet who cared the least bit about her.

The man walked towards her, and pulled her ankle in the air. Her skirt flipped down, uncovering her bare leg completely, and causing her to shriek in surprise. She lost balance, and her face got drawn against the floor for a second. A warm feeling grew in her. She only realised the liquid running down her body until the man giggled :

'So this is how you are. A slut. Masturbating in the toilet during school time, and look, now you wet yourself. I'm gonna teach you what you are, and give you what you deserve'

He grabbed her other ankle, and pulled on it causing her to slide over the floor, leaving a wet trail behind her. She felt pulled backwards to one of the toilets. She started screaming, but his grip on her legs became so firm that she lost her breath. He grabbed her crotch at the same time as her pants, and pulled hard on both. The thin white tissue ripped easily, and her skin turned red where it had been pinched.

He lifted her partly in the air, bringing her pussy at his hip's level. She struggled, trying to kick him, all she could reach was the lamp hanging from the ceiling. While she was silenced and still for a moment, he let go one of her legs to undo his trousers. They slid down on the floor, round his ankles.

She could see his grin, and tried to cling onto something to break free, panicking, and fearing what was to come, because she couldn't imagine what he was going to do. She could see his penis upright and swollen, like a knife threatening to tear her apart. If she had known that was just what was about to happen, she had put more even effort in her struggle.

In her panic, she hit his nose with her heel, more out of chance than anything else. He let go off her for a second to grab his face. Seeing she was crawling away towards the corridor, he rushed onto her, and let his large body fall over hers. She couldn't get proper air this way, and her movements were completely restrained. She felt the man's hand run up her leg, and over her vulva, she felt the hot burn from dry fingers rubbing over what she didn't know what her clitoris. It seemed to hurt more than the time those kids had put needles on her chair.
She felt like what was happening was terribly wrong although she couldn't say why. This was not meant to happen.

She let out a cry, but while overrun with disgust, she held on firmly to the thought, that this was something she had to do. For her.

The man stuck two finger in her, and she thought he had broken through her skin. But that did not last long. As soon as he had pushed his fingers though her body, he removed them. This was only to start pressing something much bigger against her. It started ripping her open, pain entering all the way through her stomach, while he, on the other hand, enjoyed her warmth and tight grip.

Tears ran over her face.

She sobbed loudly, certain that she was going to die, while the thing kept thrusting through her body. The man kept growling and grunting. Calling her a slut, and mumbling when not panting, about what a dirty girl she was, and how much she enjoyed to be fucked.

The truth is, at this point, she was unable to think or to resist. She only felt her first wave of hatred, overwhelming her world. She promised herself to destroy anyone who made her suffer, and yet cried for help, prayed god to help her escape this torture, and be held in Her protective arms.

The man became louder, he moved fasted, seemed out of breath. Finally, he released his load in her. She could feel something dripping out of her, and was certain that she would not survive this, thinking she was bleeding so much. She lied on the floor, in shock. The man stood in front of her.

He grabbed her head by the hair, and forced her mouth open with his cock. He told her to clean it. It tasted like shit. Acid, disgusting. Blood. Hers obviously. She was going to die, for sure. All she offered him was a blank stare, as he moved her head back and forth. She was disconnected, and did not even think of biting him. When he felt he was clean enough, he dropped her face back on the floor, and put back on his pants.

The man left the room.

The girl remained lying on the floor, stunned by the violence of what just happened, still not understanding any of it. She did not move, waiting for death to pick her up and bring her to afterlife.

But death never came. The teacher did instead. She was mortified. The girl, when seeing the woman's face started to cry and tried to stand up, and moved to the adult's arms for some comfort. When she had stood up, shivering and unstable on her feet, she got a slap instead. A series of insults followed.

"You are no better than your mother. She at last had some decency. You temptress, are but a demon sent by the dark lord to destroy our happy community. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, staging yourself like this. The blood of guilt still covers your face."

The woman grabbed the girl's arm, and dragged her into classroom. Exposing her to the stare of her classmates, she took her as example of how depraved a creature she was, and why witches should be treated like the scum they were.

She was sobbing now, filled with a deep shared sorrow.
She understood Alessa's suffering completely now, as though she had lived the experience herself. Alessa gave her a sad smile from her bed. Laura did not need to talk. She knew she was safe now, and she knew that Alessa for one, was on her side, unlike all those adults from the orphanage.

She mentally waved her goodbye, and went back to the upper floors of the hospital. The nurses looked at her suspiciously. Alessa was a kind person, and Laura found it unfair she be treated this way even by the people taking care of her.

She decided to go visit Mary on her way back. When standing in front of the door, she overheard a conversation.

"Mary, you're going to die..."

Laura's eyes filled with tears once more. She knew Mary was ill, but she couldn't die. That was impossible, she was like the mother she always dreamt of. Her feelings dwelled, from the rape she just lived to Mary's death to come. Men, she really hated them. All of them. They could not be trusted. James, if he really loved Mary, he would save her.

She stayed away, and waited for the man to leave. When he was gone, she entered Mary's room, with a made up happy face. She talked about this and that. Her new drawings, how she tricked the nurses who took care of her to get away from their surveillance and be able to visit her friend. She didn't mention anything. She pretended not to know. She knew Mary was happy when she came along and talked about random things, and that it helped her forget the disease, and made her feel better.

After Laura left, Mary became gloomy again. She pulled the drawer, and took out a half finished letter and a pen. She went on writing with difficulty.

"And Laura, about James... I know you hate him because you think he isn't nice to me, but please give him a chance. It's true he may be a little surly sometimes, and he doesn't laughed much. But underneath he's really a sweet person.

Laura... I love you like my very own daughter. If things had worked out differently, I was hoping to adopt you.

Happy 8th birthday, Laura.
Your friend forever, Mary"