Donne-Moi
Book 1
Episode 4


-----^Present

        Surprised she could still walk, Bomb made it into the shower and turned the knob. The water drops were feezing, icy bullets,.... but there was nothing she could do. Michael lived alone and was a college student. He worked all morning, and studied most nights. She couldn't bring herself to waste his hot water.
        Untangling her matted, curly locks in the water she closed her eyes and smacked her head on the tiled-walls.
        Hard.



-----^{Two years ago..}
       
      "Mother..."
She gasped and fell over, blood falling from her forehead. The culprit rock laying smugly behind her. She kicked it and kicked it untill the pain went away, untill the gaping wound from falling on a splintered piece of wood faded. Not that it helped, now her feet were killing her.
     Neither compared to the heartattack she was having inside, though.
     She reached up and pulled out two stray pieces that had found themselves in her skin. Wiping away the blood with the edge of her shirt, she stood and ran to an open field where the farther she went, the taller the grass grew. Once she was far away from the road and farms, she sat, sheltered in the grass that reached her bust line. She flipped open the album and flipped through pictures of her as a baby, magically growing in every new picture.
     She came to the back of the album and saw it again --her mother. Blonde curls and blue eyes- she was drop-dead gorgeous and she had to wonder if she had her looks.

   In another, she was laying in a hospital bed smiling sleepilly, a new-born baby girl in her arms. Michael's parents and then Micheal himself stood beside the bed, grinning like an idiot. She counted the age difference on her fingers. He was four at the time.
" Where did you go, Mom?" she whispered, resting her head on the page. Blood marked the book, leaving a dark red stain next to her mother's smiling face.


-----^Present

   Bomb dumped her money on Michael's couch, counting through the stupid pennies and change. She had exactly Thirty-dollars and fifty cents. It looked like Dad would have to settle for spaghetti tonight. The man worked like a horse but he was way to careless to manage the money.

Being such, she was left in control of the money.

Counting again to be sure the money hadn't magically multiplied, she slumped to the floor and growled at herself. If only she hadn't gone out last week and came home so drunk she couldn't work the next day, she would've had enough money to cook a big dinner like she'd promised.
    Wearing a spare change of clothes she kept at Michael's place (just in case),she carried her clothes and left his apartment. Not before opening a window, though. The place reeked.


-----^{Seven years ago}

The playground at school was busy with the sounds of laughter and freedom, the pebbles lining the ground being kicked around lazilly.
Though in one area, too far for the aids to hear, Ann fought.

Ann lifted a handfull of rocks and rubbed them roughilly against the boys face. He yelled and kicked her, sending her light body flying to the ground. She lunged at him again and punched him so hard she was sure she heard a satisfying crack of his nose.
She pushed him over and kicked him in the gut, in the side, in the back, everywhere. Marking her territory in a way that said Ann was here. He began to yell louder and it wasn't look before his friends came and beat her down. She fought back as hard as she could untill fatigue took in. She was just too weak and malnourished. She layed in the dirt, eyes shut as they beat her and ripped her clothes.
She sobbed.
"you'll be dead some day.." she hissed as they stopped, clutching her gut as the lunch aids came all too late. " You'll burn in the deepest pits of hell. I'll poke your guts out with a stick and light them on fire, still connected your body. And you'll scream and cry. And you'll beg for mercy.."
One man came and pulled her aside, surprised and scared shitless at what she was saying. " That's quite enough Ann," Another voice scolded.
  She stared at the other boys who were being treated like Angels.
Did they think she started it.. ?!
" And she came and punched me like this!" the beat boy motioned, sobbing fake tears. " I didn't even do anything to her!"
Ann ran over faster than anyone could stop her.
Why her? Why was SHE allways the one to start?
Why!?
"I'll kill you!!" she screamed, punching his beat nose so rapidly he screamed as blood fell in pools from his nose.
" fucking touch me again and you won't be so lucky."

And sure enough, they'd taken her to office and blamed it all on her, listening to everyword those boys told them. They were men, OF COURSE they'd believe eachother.
She hated men.
She fucking hated them.