Why Me?

Liam smiles and reaches his hand up to me. I look at him confused.

"What are yo-" I try to say before he covers my mouth.

"This is going to hurt" He says, leaning towards my neck.

My eyes grow wide. I try to scream but it's muffled by his hand. Liam's other hand wraps around my arms, keeping them down. I struggle, trying to get away while trying to scream. His hold on me tightens. I move around trying to get away. Liam's mouth moves to my neck, softly kissing one spot before digging his teeth into my skin. I let out a bloodcurling scream, trying to get him off me. I stuggle, but that just makes the pain even worse.

All of a sudden, Liam gasps and looks up at me. I have mascara running down my face as I cry even harder. He looks horrified, as he leans away from my neck wiping away the blood, trying to get the blood to stop flowing.

"What have I done?" He whispers to himself, still holding me.


2. The Next Day

I wake up in the morning groggily. I lay on the bed for a few seconds then sit up, scared. Last night. Dear god did it actually happen?!

My mind is racing. I reach up to my neck slowly, then sigh in relief when I find no bandaid on. I smile realizing it was all just a silly dream, I get out of bed, opening up the window to hear the birds singing. A slight breeze blows my hair away from my neck, a slight smile comes to my face as I remember that I have a lacrosse game today. I bound out of my room, heading to the bathroom.

Once in, I start the water so I can take a shower. I wash my hair, loudly singing the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. Finally done washing I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. I grab a comb and gently run it through my hair. When I get near to the back of my head, the comb runs against my neck and I wince in pain.

Wondering why I'm sore, I move away my hair to see what the matter is. A loud gasp escapes my lips. There's a teeth imprint in my skin, extremely noticeable because of the bright red it is. I whimper, realizing that my "dream" from last night was real. I'm glad that my family isn't getting home till Monday, and I don't have to explain where I got it from. Maybe I can just cover it up with makeup, or something like that.

I take a deep breath and open the door heading back into my room. Once there I close and lock the door, thinking it'll make me feel safe. I feel a breeze and it reminds that my window is open and that I should probably go close that after what happened last night. I'm about to walk over when I hear a chuckle.

I stop in mid-step.

There he is. Liam, My attacker. My breath hitches in my throat as I begin to take a step backwards. He just smiles at me, casually sitting in my chair like he owns the damn place.

"Wh- what are y- you doing here?" I panic, trying to back away.

"I wanted to make sure you were ok." He says softly, leaning forward.

"Why would you care? You're the one who hurt me!" My voice getting both stronger and louder as the sentence goes on.

Liam winces, as if the memory hurts him. Nonetheless, he stands up and walks over to where I am, huddled in a corner. He lifts his fingers up to my neck, frowning when I flinch away from his touch. Then ignoring it as he swipes away my hair from my neck to look at the mark he's left on my skin. Liam leans his head down slowly, his lips reaching for that same spot. I gasp, trying to get away before he hurts me again. I feel his lips against my skin, softly brush the mark before kissing it.

"It's ok love. I promise I won't hurt you ever again" he mumbles against my skin before softly kissing the sensitive spot again.

"I just can't trust you" my voice surprising even myself.

Liam looks at me with sadness in his eyes, "I hope to change that one day."

He then turns and leaves me standing in my room, in only a towel completely and utterly confused.

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