The Girl & The Ghost

Chapter 8

The water was more than lukewarm, but defiantly not steaming hot. I kept my eyes closed, fighting back tears. I thought about the night I saw the boy again. Oh how I wish I wasn't so scared all the time!

He was there! He was actually there, talking to me. The look on his face, the scar... Everything was too lifelike to imagine. I don't remember if I could feel him.. Maybe. The thought was - what is he doing here? Why does he want my help?

Maybe I was some type of psychic? Who knows, since anything seems possible now. I can't remember how or when I fell asleep. All I could vision was him. No past events could give me a clue of that night.

I jumped back into reality, when I remembered my current situation. I didn't dare cry out or open my eyes. I could feel someone holding me. Laughing all around me. "Where's her bag?" someone asked.

"Throw it out in the mud!" another boy shouted. This gave more laughs in my direction. I couldn't believe how bad this had gotten. I hated David even more! He wasn't even here to cherish his moment in seeing me get completely humiliated.

I felt a pair of hands at the base of my hoodie. I was completely soaked, and my clothes were sticking to my body. " Let's get some play time in Ms. piggy!" the boy I believed was the one with the mouth said.

Panic set in. I had never shook so much in my life as I felt the pair of hands try pulling off my hoodie. It was stuck on to my skin like a permanent marker.

I was pulled out of the showers, forcing me to slightly open my eyes and let out a shriek. The laughing continued, but most of the boys had left the show. They probably had gone while I was distracted with my thoughts.

The hands holding me down on the ground were strong. I started crying more, shaking almost violently. My vision was so blurred, I couldn't even tell what was happening.

"Now, what would a girl like you have done to allow us this opportunity?" a male voice, in a mocking tone, asked. I realized how cold it was, once I had been yanked out of the shower. I couldn't even form words as I sobbed more.

Opportunity? Why would he have used the word opportunity, like it was some honor to humiliate me? I felt so angry in this realization. This was no opportunity! They come for chances at success or trying new things, not as some situation like this!

"How...c..can...you...ee..ee..even sa..say THAT!" I blurted out. it was so hard with being cold and trying to control my crazy tears and not get choked on them at the same time.

"Let go of her!" another voice yelled. I felt the pressure on me lessen. All I could hear was yelling. So much yelling, but no words seemed familiar enough to form within the yelling. I was yanked from the floor and the person helped me walk outside.

I grabbed my muddy bag, running away from everything that had just happened. I started to cry hard again. The tears just slowed before to a point where I could at least make out my back pack.

My legs felt weak, and I was too cold and out of breath to keep running. I stopped. I didn't even care where I was, who was around, or even what time it was. All I wanted to do was cry.

I needed to cry out all the hate, all the pain, all the memories from what just happened.