Douglas Ramsey's Diary [13a/18]

by Benway

Warning: This story is not very nice, but then the 
world isn't very nice either. If want escape, read 
elsewhere. This story is not intended for children
of any age.

Some characters in this story belong to Marvel. 
Everything else belongs to me.

This part was accidentally left out of my numbering 
system and lies between parts 13 and 14. 

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April 17/89

I am going to cut myself. This is what happened. I 
have been safe with Kerry for most of the week. 
Today, she got called away just before the shift 
change to go out for the day with her aunt. Rob and 
Glenn caught me in my room. They beat me up, and 
Rob held me down. Glenn stuck his tongue in my 
mouth again, and then began to touch me all over, 
and he put his hand down my pants. I couldn't move 
or scream. Then they gagged me with this rubber 
ball that Rob is always carrying around, and Glenn 
kept touching me, telling me how I was so 
beautiful, and how I drove him wild, and how he 
couldn't help himself when I was around. Rob spent 
the whole time whispering dirty words into my ear, 
and calling me a fucking homo masturbator over and 
over again. Then Glenn told me what he wanted to do 
to me. He forced me to look into his face by 
threatening to cut my eyes with a bit of broken 
glass that he had. I Saw. Then they let me go. I 
couldn't move. I had Seen his face, and I couldn't 
stop shaking, and it wasn't because of the meds. I 
grabbed my diary, I got into the hallway, and 
crawled to the end, where there was this door with 
five buttons on it instead of a lock. No-one ever 
used this door, and I could See how it worked. I 
opened it and went in. There were some stairs going 
down to the basement. At the end of a hall there 
was a big room with an old freezer and lots of 
crates in it, where I am now. It really smells 
awful here, like old food and ashtrays. It looks 
like no-one has been down here for years. I'm still 
shaking a little, even though I've been down here 
for hours. I  found an old screwdriver. There are 
two things I could do: 

1) I can cut my face. Then Glenn wouldn't want to 
look at me any more, and I will be safe. 

2) I can cut my arms. Then I can escape all of this 
forever.