There's Scarier Things Than Death

I sat at a table in the bar of The River's Bend, an all ages place where kids under age went to party and listen to amateur rock bands. I am 17 and I am currently waiting for my best friend, Jason. I swirled my glass of Cherry Rum Tequila in my hand- so who the fuck cares if I drink?

"Babe!" I turn in my stool at Jason's voice, "What's up mothafucka?" I joked, usually he does the stupid gangster shit.

He grinned, "Nothing, is that Tequila? Pussy, I'd get vodka or beer, they're harder." I scoffed, "Hardly, beer and vodka contain less percentage of alcohol than Tequila."

"And I still wonder how you can drink so much and not spoil your amazing brain." We laughed, Jason whistled long and low.

"Damn, did you need to get that dressed up for me?" He asked, "No I'm at a bar, what did you expect? Besides Twinkie over there is eying you." He looked at me quizzically, "Twinkie, A.K.A, curvy girl at 3 o'clock."

He smirked, looking over at the girl twirling her hair around her finger and biting her lip. "Wish me luck," and with that he blew me a kiss. Now I knew what he meant by dressed up, I was wearing a shimmery dark purple cowl-neck, long-sleeved mini-dress with nude pantyhose and black satin pumps. I also had heavy eye-liner and mascara with lip-gloss and grey smoky eyes. To me, I looked pretty damn hot!

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"Bye Amy-D!" Jason called as we walked away from each other, he had two girls hanging off of his arms.

"Bye honey!" I called back, as I walked towards my apartment. I don't live with my parents, my mother is dead, and my father a drunken asshole who killed my baby brother from SBS (Shaken Baby Syndrome) and now is in jail for it.

Off of pressing subjects, people wonder why Jason and I don't date, it's because we love each other in a brother-sister way, and he took me in after Alex's death. Soon after I got an apartment- after working full-time at Hot Topic, my place of employment- I got emancipated after I went in to the police station and gave them the documents certifying that I lived alone and provided for myself.

Lost in thought, I didn't hear the footsteps clipping towards me at a fast pace, I turned slightly and saw him- my ex. Garret seemed drunk and started speeding up as I started to run, thank God I can run in heels. But he still was too fast, and caught up to me in about as much time as it took me to speed up.

"No!" I screeched as he grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth. "Now stay quiet and moan all you want." He whispered, so I bit him. "Argh! You little bitch!" I blacked out as his fist hit me square in the face. I was aware- but not responsive until I felt a crushing pain in my arm and leg. I opened my eyes and let out a piercing shriek. "Shut up!" I heard as I felt cold air hit my body, I heard the smack before I felt it- I tasted blood.

He hit me again- right on my temple and I blacked out- but not before I felt the pain of him ripping through my body.

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When I awoke there was a sharp pain in my abdomen, and my face was wet and sticky and also felt swollen. One eye was swollen shut, and I tried to get my bearings. I looked around as best I could, my legs weren't responding to me.

Grass? Mud? I covered my sob as I realized, I'm in a ditch.
He threw me in here after he was done defiling me. I was waiting for someone special, but now that was over. I looked around again, high walls, no hope of climbing out; yet he was generous enough to leave me my purse and ripped dress and pantyhose.

I moved slowly- careful not to pull or hurt anything any worse than it already was. I reached around and found my purse, I rummaged through it and pulled out my phone, seems he only wanted my body. I thought- terrified. No service. I sobbed openly now, tears stinging the multiple cuts on my face left from him. I grabbed it again and blasted Black Veil Brides, making it the last thing I would ever hear before I died- alone.

I listened to Days Are Numbered, The Mortician's Daughter, Knives and Pens, and Die For You- before I drifted off into the darkness once again, still with warm tears flowing down my cheeks and into the cold dirt below.

No one could find me, he'd made sure of it. I'd die before anyone would. That was my last thought.

Notes

So I'm not sure if vodka and beer have less alcohol content I just want her to have a smart-assy attitude
and oh shit! Garret is an ass and he will be in some later chapters