The Nerd?UNEDITED

"I-It's cold," I mumbled under my breath.

Due to the cold atmosphere, I began to feel the need to release of some form to relieve my pumped up pain and depression. If god willed me enough to stay on this death trip of a world, then surely I was destined not to die. So, only thing I could do now was to find something to help subside it.

"Nice," I heard a deep voice slur for behind, causing goosebumps to appear all over from beneath my flesh. "You look easy enough."

Was he talking to me? Wait, this alleyway is completely vacant, of course he was!

Immediately, my legs carried me to seek shelter elsewhere. Sprinting further into alley, with Noelle in my arms, I began to hear the heavy breathing of the man grow closer behind me.

"Stop running!"

I began to silently pray to the Almighty God above, pleading for some form of savior to whisk me away to safety. Perhaps, the man could fall flat on his face or suddenly lose interest in me. That way I could, at last, cease running.

But no, I had to keep running. In exchange for Noelle's bright future, I have to give up much more for her. For my baby sister, if that meant that I had to give up my last slither of innocence, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

She was a bright girl who deserved much more than life had to offer. Therefore, I'd give her my life for her to life it all to the fullest.

And that was when I suddenly felt something sharp stab my side, causing me to shriek. Not in pain, but in fear. I was afraid of the blossoming ideas that he could sprout for my baby sister.

Looking down to assess Noelle, I only stared as her eyes widened to my wound.  Following her gaze, I watched my hot blood dripping from the side of my grey shirt and onto the cold concrete beneath us.

Crumpling into the concrete, my flesh scraping against it a bit, I bit back my screams of pain. I was feeling helpless, but slightly thankful. It was an odd feeling, but it was natural. I was grateful that it was me to get hurt and not Noelle.

"You're weak," the man scoffed. "Decidin' if I should screw you or not."

Please, don't.

He snatched up my arm, soon lifting my body up from the ground. He pressed me into his pelvis, chuckling as I squirmed. If only I could scream, I would have done so by now. I would if only someone could hear me. Hear past the vacant alleyway, through the comfort of their abode. But no, I couldn't.  The man planned ahead, latching the blade of a knife onto my throat, hot breath fanning the nape of my neck.

"Let's see how you look with your clothes off," he sickly hissed, dragging me into the random dark alley.

I wanted him to do nothing more than to kill me. As contradicting as I am beginning to sound, I did not wish to go through this again. This pain that I physically and mentally fought, running away from. In fact, this is the exact pain that got me into this mess, driving me to run for a better future with more freedom.

He then, threw me into the gravel beneath us, putting his body weight on me so that I wasn't capable of escaping. I felt his hands trail up from my spine to the nape of my neck, and then to my hair. Violently, he snapped my head back fast enough to almost give me whiplash, meeting his tipsy face.

He was an average looking man. Except, I couldn't burn his image any sooner into my brain. It all seemed to be a practical blur. His unkempt black beard scuffed against my flesh as his nose took in my scent.

"You stink," he gagged. "What did you eat?"

I haven't took a shower in days. And I'm living in a practical dump. What else should I smell?

"Some roast beef, some chicken, a pizza..."

As I rambled, my eyes found the side of his neck holding a tattoo in Katakana:

マリリン

Marilyn, a woman.

"You talk more than you scream," he chuckled, fanning his horrific breath across my face and up my poor nostrils. I had held in a cough as my eyes watered in desperation. This guy had needed a serious mint. "Let's rearrange that."

"W-Wait! Wait!"

"What?"

"M-Maybe you're having a bad day, you know?" I fumbled, crawling away from him. "M-Maybe a story will cheer you up. It's called "The Ugly Barnacle": Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End."

I suddenly felt his large, grimy left palm slap against my clothed stomach, causing heat to ravel there. Fear started to bubble as this guy chuckled menacingly. But before I could do anything else, he suddenly smacked something sticky against my lips that had left me with no use of my mouth any longer; duct tape.

"You seriously talk too much," he grumbled in annoyance. "Underage?"

Was this guy seriously asking me questions after he just slapped duct tape over my mouth? And why is he fueling the flame for my to "seriously talk too much?"

"Answer me!"

And just like that, he had slit the blade across my arm, causing my hot blood to pour out. If only my mouth wasn't taped shut, I would've had a large smile plastered on my face. The stinging bolts of the cut sent chills down my spine, adrenaline now flowed within my blood, some probably spilling along with my open wounds.

"And why aren't you screaming?!"

Because I have duct tape of my mouth. Honestly, either I'm the upcoming Jimmy Neutron or this guy thinks he has forty fingers in total.

I suddenly felt his hand slide lower to my lower abdomen, causing me to squirm, snapping me out of my small reverie.

"That's it. Squirm for me..."

I'm seriously so stupid.

"Leave her alone," I heard a small voice cry, causing me to freeze in my movements and to listen further, making sure that I heard incorrectly.

"I forgot all about you," my captor snapped chuckled, whipping my neck back, soon pressing the blade to my neck. "She'll be a lost cause if you come any closer."

"Hurt my Maggie a-and I'll...I will tell on you!"

I needed to teach this girl a valuable lesson on losing names in critical times as these.

The man threw me into the hard gravel, causing more flesh to scrape against it - even the already scrapped ones.

"Fine," he chuckled some more, soon getting up and walking closer towards Noelle. "But just for your benefit..."

Instinctively, my legs shot up, springing me into action. I lunged my body into the man, hurling him into a nearby trash can, knocking the both of us down.

"No," I screeched, heart pounding in my chest. "Run, go get help!"

And the next thing that I felt intensified my agony. The man stomped onto my leg, causing a loud snap to echo throughout the ally. Screaming with everything that I had in me drove the man insane. Covering his ears, he cursed under his breath, stumbling away from the scene.

That was all I heard before everything became muffled. But still, the pain grew worse. The temperature in the atmosphere became hotter and hotter, as if someone drenched my leg in oil, then igniting it with fire. I wanted to scream, which I'm pretty sure that I was, wanting to be heard.

The pain grew even worst, spreading deeper into my body. I started to think, maybe I should do those healing techniques in those ninja movies. But then again, it was only a movie. A fictional display, solely to appease a person as entertainment.

"Don't worry, Maggie," I suddenly heard. "I-I'll get us home."

Home? No, never there.

"Noelle, that place shouldn't even be a freaking option!"

I needed to get to a fricken hospital for crying out loud! This thing freaking hurts! Ugh, you are so lucky I don't curse!

"I-I...O-Okay, Maggie."