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Once upon a time there was a little girl called amber. Amber was a hard working straight A, student at Kings high school. It was soon to be her birthday and she couldn't wait.
“ 13 !!! Ill be 13 in 2 days !!! “ everyone eventually got sick and tired of hearing her deep loud voice every morning.
She woke up 2 days later – it was Friday the 3rd of march - she said I can’t be bothered to get up. Then she shot up and ran downstairs where her mother told her she has to open her presents when she gets home because she has seriously overslept. She ran upstairs threw her uniform on, grabbed her schoolbag and ran out of the house. Her teacher had kept her behind as she had had a DT for her lateness. Her school day finished but as she was walking home she realised 3 men were following her …….
Her pace begin to get faster. Her breathing was becoming more heavily. She tilted her head towards the ground, she could sense that they knew she was scared. She glanced over to the side, it was silent not a car buzzing on the road and not a bird in the sky. Suddenly she tripped and landed flat on her face. The fall must have knocked her unconscious because she woke up in a dark room. It seemed like a prison.
1st Person
There was no light and the sound of running water filled the air. I glanced over my shoulder and realised the three man sat there, grinning. I heard one of them say “ hey look she's awake,” he had a rusty voice that boomed through the empty chamber. I was sat on a chair with itchy rope rapped around my hands tying me tight. They approached me saying tings like hey beautiful and yummy. I didn't understand what was going on. Then one of the men said, we cant love you with all this hair around you. Then I felt giant clumps of my long blond hair flying to the floor. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. It felt like a great weight had been lifted upon my head. Then one of them held out a mirror and said tadar and I screamed to see my hair about a cm short.
My hair, my hair was gone. Id spent 4 years growing it and now its gone! Why me.1 man about 5 ft tall pushed me off the chair I fell to the ground with a huge bang my head suddenly felt like somebody had hit me with a concrete egg and the yolk cold and lots of it was running down my face, I felt dizzy I wiped the watery substance away from my face, but as I did I looked at my arm the substance was red I thought (oh my god its blood I'm BLEEDING) the colour drained from my face I could tell that because it was piercing red and made me dizzy at the sight. One of the men picked me up and shook me around then pulled down my trousers and started kissing me everywhere. Slowly he began to pull down my knickers. I was scared, I kicked hard in the leg.
He knelt up beside me and said, no need to be like that beautiful im not going to hurt you, then in a hushed tone he said, hard. He pulled out a pocket knife from his large black boots, and held it up, just below my face, he said, now angel either you do as I say or you wont live to see tomorrow, got it??? I nodded slowly.
I felt my school shirt buttons being undone and the cold hit my flat stomach like ice cold water. I froze still as my bra was being chucked around the room. I was told I wasn't allowed to move my arms. I was stood there naked and felt like I could faint from sacredness at any point. Then the men began to undo there trousers to and pulled down there boxers and began to rape me.
I was but 13 and alone. No one in history could have saved me. Saved me from my death. When I was finally found by a search party organised by my parents, I was rushed into hospital. The doctor had told my parents that the attack was so severe it had broken my pelvis, and cut my throat for screaming of pain.
That night I returned home with my parents, , unseen and unheard. A ghost. My sister Rachael was told to unwrap my presents. No one spoke. It felt like puddles were everywhere. My mum couldn't stop saying, Why our Amber, why. I wanted to hold her tight to let her no I was alright. But it wouldn't happen, I couldn't do anything but watch. I was screaming inside. Hoping it was a dream and I could just wake up and it would all be over. But it never happened. I amber whitely died from rapists on the 3rd march 2007.
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