Hello people! I know it is hard for everyone of us to keep reading after what happened in the previous chapter. But guys I wrote this chapter, not just this chapter but the whole book because I wanted to convey how much brutal a rape really is. How the victim, if they survive at all, live after that, Knowing that their whole body got penetrated and ruptured.

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~this story goes to everyone who lost a part of themselves to the lunatism of others who do not deserve the title of a human.

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!!!Caution!!!

The chapter may include parts that may be violent, sexual, triggering or mature.

Although I still don't want to make my readers uncomfortable, I won't be able to put an indication for skipping. As all the scenes hold their respective value, skipping them may not be the best option.

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Sarah's POV:

A sharp hit brought my consciousness back.

The blurry of my vision remained for some time, even after the darkness in my eyes had subsided. I could see smudged pictures, things moving and fading. I felt my head- ahh...not just the head, but my body throb too...

My arms were sore. I had to try very hard to lift them let alone use. Feeling sheer pain climbing up my stomach, my hand involuntarily moved towards it, in an attempt to reduce that pain. Just as my fingers touched my bare skin, a shudder crept upon me. My eyelids flung open fully, as wide as they could get. Even through blurry visions, my sight was disgraced by the dirty alley and the blood on my cloth-less skin.

Everywhere.

A broken gasp left my mouth as I saw what condition my being was in. A mess, a ruptured, horrifying mess. The shaky of my hands traced the cuts; sharp, deep cuts. Blood flowing out of them.

"Yah beauti- actually ugly now. Good morning to you too." A painfully familiar voice said. I felt myself freeze. The tormenting memories of what have happened encircled my mind. It's claws digging into my existence, reminding me of all the stars that burst and the skies that fell not too long ago.

I looked upwards, not saying anything or even moving. It wasn't worth it now. Nothing was worth it now. The night was in deep, clouds covering all the stars from shining.

"Just so you know, which you already probably know by now, you got group raped. Oh I don't even want to sugar coat the word really. Come on repeat after me honey- ugh...why do I forget you aren't worth all those words now! say: I got group raped." Michael came nearer dangerously, I didn't back off. Whatever could have happened have already happened now. "Speak up you ugly piece of leftover filth!" He growled as he kicked me hard on my thighs.

That got me moving back a little.

"Huhmgh" a muffled sound came from my lips as I tried to speak but my tongue was stinging, accompanied by bitter metallic taste.

"Oh yeahhh...I almost forgot, we put a teeny weeny bit of a cut on your tongue. And seriously, you deserved that because of all those things you said earlier. The cut will heal soon though, wasn't that big. Our mistake I guess." He said as nonchalantly as he could. My eyes almost popped out just hearing what he said. They even put a cut on my tongue!

"By the way, since you fell unconscious not even halfway through, well maybe because your puny, weak, fragile body couldn't even take a little pounding, you may have not met some of us. Here let me introduce." Michael said as he smiled that famous innocent smile of his. "This is Tyson, he did you right after me. Our boy here is Kyle, he was after Tyson. This guy is known as 'Blake'. After Kyle he got the chance. Oh and the hickey on your neck? Blake gave it. Oliver, well it was his idea to put cuts all around your body. And honestly, I am satisfied. The second last boy, Ryan. And well the one and only, Michael Grey!!!" He spread his arms at his side, as if waiting to receive applause. Which he did by the other boys.

"Yeah okay okay I am leaving! We literally had to wait 1 hour because this bitch wouldn't just wake up!" The boy Ryan said as he put a foot on my foot's bare toe, putting immense pressure on it. A shriek escaped my mouth as I tried to yank my foot from underneath his. When that wasn't working I tried to remove his foot using my hands. His mind changed then, because a minute later I felt as if all the fingers of my left hand had broken because of the sudden weight put on it. Ryan twisted his foot, trying to be as brutal as he could be as my wailing and screams didn't stop. A growl made it's way out his lips as he held my head from my hair with one hand while making my face sore from his multiple slaps.

"You bitch! Trying to save yourself!-" He kept growling as his assault didn't stop. At this point I wanted to be unconscious again. That was the only way to stop this pain. A minute later it stopped as he was pulled backwards by Michael.

"Relax bro. Chill. Actually y'all just go. I have to deal a few things with her then I myself will leave. And yeah Blake, I will meet you at the bar." Michael told everyone to go. They soon left after their goodbyes to Michael and a thread of some curse words and last messages to me. I couldn't get myself to speak, even though the pain in my tongue was lessoned, I was afraid to use it now.

Soon enough only me and Michael were left in the alley. He quietly came and sat near me. I didn't dare move my eyes from the floor. I didn't even make attempt to hide my body.

I have already lost whatever I would have wanted to hide.

"Hmm...I know I will never be able to understand what you are going through...It must be difficult..." He began slowly and seriously. I moved my eyes to look at him, shock flooding me. What was he saying? Was he showing me sympath-

He maintained eye contact for a while, before cracking up with laughter. "Oh God! You thought I was saying them to you. No no! my zero percent sympathy with you right now! That would be what people will be saying to you really soon. So, Rustlewood's new gorgeous girl, how does it feels? Becoming the leftovers of 6 different boys. I am actually liking the word leftovers on you so much. And yeah one more thing." Michael said as his fingers dug onto my jaw, forcing it to look at him.

"Don't even dare coming back to school ever." His voice was slow and dangerous as he emphasized every word. "Because if you do, I promise you that we wouldn't hesitate to do what we did today again. I will give you an advice, why don't you suicide or something? That will save you from the embarrassment and from a lot of other things. Don't cut your vein please. There are chances of survival if someone takes you to the hospital. Do something that has zero percentage of your survival in it." He said as he put the fake look of concern on his face. He looked into my eyes as he smiled softly, bringing his fingers to caress my red, bloodied cheek. I would say his touch was gentle, if I hadn't known what his touch was really like.

He leaned in towards my lips. Then stopping and smirking as his lips moved to my ear instead. His voice came next:

"Don't ever forget my name"

He got up and left.

But his treacherous laughter reverberated in my ripped soul.

Bidding me farewell.

*******

I feel ruined. Dead.

Maybe physically alive, but I felt like I have died inside.

I sat in the same alley for probably another hour. Not even having the energy to even wear my clothes. Or what was left of my clothes. Then sometime later, probably when I myself felt disgusted with my condition, I scrambled around to find my belongings. Their condition wasn't any better. Ripped at some spots and dirty from the dust of the floor.

Putting on my jeans and the remains of my favorite blue sweater, my eyes landed on something glistening. I limped over towards it. Lowering myself to the floor to pick it up. My new wrist watch. The glass was cracked. Time stopped.

8:54.

Examining my demeanor, I came across the fact that my sweater's front part near my stomach was missing. Some tore it away. The sleeves were missing cloth in some areas and my jeans had dirt all over it. Luckily no shreds.

I walked forwards, the limp in my step causing me to fall immediately. The sharp, stinging pain returning all over again as the floor met my nose. The only thing I could do at that time was take heavy breaths. Forcing my legs to hold me up again, I got up, Wanting to leave this place right now.

Arriving at the mouth of the alley, I found the broke remains of my phone there. I gathered them as well, just like I wanted to gather myself.

Why did home seem so far away?

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My eyes weren't able to keep the tears in once they saw the surface of my house's door. I stumbled forward. My head suddenly being so dizzy. The shaky of my fingers ringed the bell, as I rested my whole weight on the door, feeling my eyes close involuntarily.

Suddenly my whole body jerked forwards, landing on the wooden floor as the door was opened. The back of my head hit the surface, a whimper escaping my lips. Through my tear-stained visions which were going black e, I was able to see the confused face of my mother, the panicked face of my dad, the shocked face of Paul and the horrified look Sonya's eyes carried...

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The coolness of a liquid hit my face, making my consciousness return. My eyelids were heavy as if carrying the burdens of the whole world but I did force them to open up. My visions were greeted by my whole family gathered around me. Feeling the softness of the material underneath me, I realized I was now laying on the living room sofa. My body lunged forward into a sitting position as everything started hitting my mind.

I was in my home.

On the couch.

But I had been ra-

I stopped my mind before it could complete the sentence. But I did know what I was now. What I became after what had happened to me. A light shake took me out of my inevitable thoughts.

I turned to look at my mom who's eyebrows were stitched together portraying perplexity. That's when I lost it.

The whole house shook with the amount of sobs and cries it had to withhold. I cried and cried, falling from the couch and onto my knees. My fingers snaked around my head, gripping my hair as if to remove any traces of the feel of their skin against mine from my memory. My head started throbbing once again, throwing me into the void of the feeling of that dark, lonely alley, closing it's wall around my being.

And then all of a sudden I felt nothing.

The eerie quiet was disturbed only by my unsteady, fast breaths. The cut on my tongue oozing blood again.

I was numb.

Wanting to see the faces of my family, I looked up from the floor I was sitting on to find them all stand far away from me.

As if they feared me.

Feared my condition.

"Sarah..." My dad's quiet voice reached my ears as I felt my cheeks soaking once again. "Are you okay?"

"I-I...I am not okay..." I stated stumbling on my words.

"What...happened...honey?..." My mom said. They all stood their positions, not taking any step towards me.

And whatever was left of me, broke further.

"I can see...I see you all maintaining your distance...doubt written clearly on all of your faces...No dad..." I said, unable to look at them in the eye. So I looked down.

"No I am NOT okay!!!! And mom I will tell you! I got r-...I GOT RAPED!!!" I shrieked once I realized I couldn't get myself to even speak the word.

Their gasps were heard.

My tears were shed.

"H-How? Where? I mean who?" I dad asked taking a step closer. I got up, hoping my legs wouldn't give in.

Remembering something I turned to Paul. I walked upto him quickly, standing at a decent distance. "Paul! that guy. Michael! you know him!"

"Uhh...Michael Grey?" Paul asked unsure.

"Yes...Yes he was the one who did this all!" I said exasperated. I looked up again at Paul and moving closer to him, hope filling me that he will know my situation better now. He did know Michael. Paul will know what type of guy Michael really was. Everything will be okay now I ju-

"WAIT!" Paul said loudly, catching me offguard with his raised hand to stop me coming any further nearer him. "If it was Michael then stop blaming him!"

"What? you don't understand Paul. He was the one wh-" I started being cut off by him.

"NO SARAH STOP!" He growled, anger lacing his face and every word he uttered. "STOP PUTTING THE BLAME ON HIM BECAUSE HE DID YOU! AND WHY ACT LIKE THAT? HUH? FOR WHAT REASON! SPEAK UP ABOUT YOUR INSECURITIES! SAY THAT YOU ASKED FOR IT BUT WHEN IT STARTED COMING ONTO YOU, YOU NOW HAVE INSECURITIES!"

"Paul I never-" I started again, desperately wanting to clear the misunderstanding.

"CUT THE CRAP I SAID!" He growled once again, grabbing a nearby vase and throwing it at my feet, shattering it. Some pieces pierced my toes and ankle. "STOP ACTING! I SAW YOU WITH HIM AFTER SCHOOL THAT DAY!! CONFESS THAT YOU WERE EQUALLY IN EVERYTHING THAT HAS LED TO YOUR CURRENT...SHREDDED CONDITION!" He eyed me disgusted.

"THEY WERE SIX DIFFERENT PEOPLE!" I screamed despite my tongue hurting so bad. "THEY HAVE DONE ALL THIS TOO ME!"

A grip on my left arm had me swung around, coming in face to face with my mother's blazing eyes. Then my visions abruptly shifted to the ground on my right.

Eyes wide, I stood in the same position, before my shaking hands travelled to the left side of my face. Feeling an extremely stinging sensation there.

She slapped me.

I moved to look back up at her again.

"I can handle everything. But I can't stand my daughter becoming a slut" She said, backing off and walking into her room. I stood there. Not breathing, not listening for a while.

"I thought I had a daughter who wouldn't disappoint me" Dad's quiet voice came as he too made his way to the room my mother went in.

I felt loneliness surround the air all of a sudden.

"I pity women. They got to have someone like you as their kind." My twin's agonized voice came from behind me. The heavy pattering of his feet going upstairs. Now it was only me and my little sister left in the living room. My eyes found their way to her's. A broken smile which turned to a sob came upon my lips. Just as my feet moved near her, she took steps away from me.

"No!...Don't come near please...You are scaring me..."

And with that, she too ran out of my sight.

I walked up the stairs to my room. The lights remained off. I sat down near the side of my bed, resting my head on it's side. Wrapping my arms around myself, trying to keep myself together for at least some time.

I couldn't do it anymore.

Loud, painful screams resounded every corner of my room as I let what was bottled inside of me out.

*******

Everyone left me.

Was I not worth it?

They say I have equal blame in this.

Was it really my fault?

All their words, all the things my 'Family', the people I loved the most, had said to me encircled my mind, engulfing me deeply. Making me beg for a little more air to breathe.

It felt like even my oxygen was being taken away from me.

New York: The city I called my own. Yorkers: People that I believed were my own. Who would forever be my supporters, my close ones. They would stand by my side, because I have always stood by theirs. The picture of the lady acting like she had seen nothing displayed in my mind. She left me knowing what will happen to me.

Guess it was all a mistake.

Trusting them was a mistake.

Calling them my own was a mistake.

Making them my friends was a mistake.

It was all a mistake.

My hands held a necklace. My dad's gift. I sifted through the drawer of all the things given to me by my family. A chain bracelet. Mom's gift. A pink wrapped lollipop given to me by Sonya 3 days ago that I forgot to eat. A polaroid photo with Paul on our 14th birthday, we were wearing the same shirts and same pants. Smiling at the camera while Paul was giving me a little yellow box while I gave him a purple one. I still had the box. I opened it. Inside lay a little statue of liberty. I still remember his words when he gave it to me:

"I want my twinny sister to forever have her freedom!".

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I stepped into the shower which stung my whole body. The cuts hurting badly. At a point I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of shower now. But nevertheless I took a shower. Attempting to clean their fingerprints from all over my body. I still felt disgusted. But I changed into the color I rarely wore.

Black.

Grabbed a noir bag and stuffed the necklace, bracelet, lollipop and the souvenir in it as I whispered to myself.

"Don't worry twinny brother, your twinny sister will forever have her freedom..."

******

It was this place they all said the bad people were accustomed to. Even in school, we heard that you could sometimes even get to see one of the bigger gang members. And if you were lucky enough, your eyes could be grace by the greek god himself.

I was here hoping I find him here tonight.

I was at the kingslinger's Bar.

I was here to meet Elijah Ralph.

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Iconic lines: I have already lost whatever I would have wanted to hide ~Sarah Carson

2: "Don't ever forget my name" ~Michael Grey

3: Why did home seem so far away? ~ Sarah Carson

4:"Don't worry twinny brother, your twinny sister will forever have her freedom..." ~ Sarah Carson

Hello everyone! I know I am a ***** and an ******* and maybe even ******. But guys, listen. The mere purpose of all this was to show how someone's life can be ruined in seconds. A single day is enough to break someone's life to pieces. I hope y'all will stay with me till the end of the story because Sarah's story needs to be heard.

Let's stay strong.

Because that's what Sarah will do.

Furthermore, New character is being added.

Our boy, Elijah Ralph!

Till Next Time!

Bye Bye Beautiful Readers!

Wania Ejaz Abbasi.