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Nameless by: ashleemac14 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The blue skies went on for miles and miles without a cloud in sight. The ocean crashed onto the shore, dusting me in a fine, salty mist. The seagulls near me were fighting over a stray french fry and making a ruckus. Too bad I couldn't hear any of it. Not a single sound. It was quiet and serene, like life should be. All of the sudden, someone tapped my shoulder and tried to tell me something. I felt their breath on my bare skin as I reached for my hearing aids. I signed for them to wait a moment before speaking, so I could put them in. I turned around to face the sun-kissed muscles that were this guy. "Yes?" I answered him, now that I could hear myself somewhat. The way his brow furrowed was kind of adorable and his icy blue eyes were striking. "Oh um well, I was calling you to see if you wanted to come play frisbee with us." he still had a quizzical look on his face. He motioned to a few guys behind me, which to my guess would be who I would be playing with. "Sure. I'd love too, though only if it's not rough. I'd have to keep these in." I motioned to my ears and he understood. He held out his hand to me and pulled me out of my chair. I was so close to him that my heart almost broke out of my ribcage. I took few deep breaths to control myself. I couldn't have him thinking he could do that to me. We walked over to his buddies, who were whispering amongst themselves. I read one of the guy's lips. Seeing as he formed "getting lucky", I became a little tense. What had I gotten myself into? I would have to be on my guard around him. I'd need to make up an excuse to leave, maybe fake a boyfriend back home. I felt his hand on my bare back as it slowly slid down to the small of my back. It was electrifying and sent tingles throughout my body. No. I needed to stay away. I needed to not give him any wrong ideas, but maybe a little longer couldn't hurt. Maybe his friends were joking, I mean they are guys. Guys joke about that kind of stuff all the time with other guys. Right? I felt kind of vulnerable anyway, not being able to understand them when they turned away. I'd play one game and that's it. The frisbee zoomed past my face and caused me to duck down. i had been doing this for half of the game, it was like they were aiming for it. I threw it back and glided perfectly into their hands. I turned around ever so slightly to check the time, only to be nailed with the frisbee in the side of the head. It hit me pretty hard, messing with my vision slightly and making me dizzy. I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground, neglecting to catch myself. I soon lost consciousness after my head met the sandy ground. It was quiet again. My guess was that my hearing aids were gone, probably lost them when I fell at the beach. Awesome. There goes a few thousand down the drain. As I was coming to, my eyes strained to see what was in front of me. A bright light blinded my already fuzzy vision, which cleared after a while. The guy who asked me to play soon showed his face again. It looked like he said that he was glad I was awake, though I wasn't sure. I read the worried expression on his face. I wanted to tell him that I was ok and that he shouldn't worry. Though my main means of conversation was signing right now and he didn't understand that. I motioned for him to get me a pen and paper. He did as I said, though he looked slightly confused. As he walked away, I noticed I was laying on a dark blue and gray striped comforter. I was still wearing my red and white striped bikini and I felt exposed. A shirt would be the first thing I would ask him for. He came back with a notebook and a pile of pens, obviously not knowing if they worked. I let out a small chuckle as I grabbed a random black pen. Surprisingly, it worked on the first try. "First, I might need a t-shirt. Second, thank you for bringing me here." I wrote in my neat, tiny handwriting. I watched as he read and got me one of his shirts. I pulled it over my head while he wrote me back. "It's the least I could do. I wouldn't just leave a beautiful girl laying there unconscious. That'd probably get me sent to hell. Anyways, I saw you put something in your ears?" I read silently smiling at his comment. "Oh well I'm deaf, so those were my hearing aids. It doesn't matter now. They're lost and most likely broken." I answered his question. I slowly passed the pen and paper back to him. I looked around his room, though my eyes kept landing on him. His friends were nothing like him. He seemed like a good guy to me. "Oh I picked something up near you that was red. They both were. Is that what you're looking for?" he showed me the note. I nodded yes and he continued to write. "They're in the living room, I'll get them for you. You spoke earlier to me, why aren't you speaking now?" he handed off the pen and paper to me. He ran out of the room, I guess to get my hearing aides. "I'm kind of self-conscious about it. I don't want to speak if I can't hear myself. I don't want to shout, when it's supposed to be a whisper."I wrote him back. I waited for a while before he walked back in the room. He dropped them into my hands and closed them up with his. His face was so close to mine, a little too close for my comfort level. He slowly inched his face closer and closer until our noses met each other. I could feel the smile grow wider as he stared at me with a twinge of murder in his eyes. My hands pushed forcefully against his chest. Pushing him away wasn't as easy as I'd imagined. Though I hadn't really imagined this situation too terribly much and by that, I mean not at all. The foul stench of alcohol was his breath. Though from his eyes, I could tell he wasn't drunk. He probably had been drinking a beer before I woke up. I didn't care if he drank, I just don't want to taste it. He obviously didn't get the memo because his lips grazed my collarbone. Heat shot out in every direction each time his lips touched my skin. I pushed him away once more and he clutched my wrists tightly. I struggled to get free, but he just slammed my wrists against the headboard. Well, this wasn't part of the plan. Good thing I play soccer during the school year, though I can't say the same for him. My knee connected with his stomach and sent him to the ground, doubled over in pain. I ran to the front door and jiggled the doorknob. It was locked and by the time I got it unlocked, it was too late. He slammed the door closed again. My feet ran as fast as they could to get away, but his arms snaked around my waist. I was in the air some before my body hit the floor. He was on top of me, pinning me down. He was too strong for me to take on and that's when it happened. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Is that all miss?" the cop asked me. He was making notes on a piece of paper the whole time I spoke. I couldn't believe he let me go after what he did. "Yes sir." I responded to the officer. "Don't worry m'am. We will find your rapist and we won't rest until we do." the officer reassured me. I don't think they ever will though. I didn't even know his name.
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"Ms. Prodigy" by: -MIRAI_Poppet_Like_Its_Hot- Note: BB Codes • Black: normal story • Dark Blue: Main Character's thoughts •Indigo: Main Character's conscience The dark blue and indigo have conversations throughout the story with remarks to situations. I didn't want to confuse anyone . ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Here's what happened tonight in one sentence: IT SUCKED. Okay, well, that's a little bland. Okay here it goes: So I got promoted to senior executive in work today, I work for a fashion company in New York City, wait, that was the good part of the day... anyway, so my boyfriend of three years kinda left me, but it was totally understandable, like he went off to the military, which has been like his dream, and he told me not to wait for him, and I kinda think he has the idea of dating some military chick... and it's pouring rain right now, and it's like 1 AM, and what am I doing up this hour... I had to stay at work to do some finishing touches for the fashion show this weekend, the big boss is coming and she wants "something new". *takes a huge breath* Woah! So cool! I said that in one sentence and one breath. NOT! Fine. No need to be rude. Anyway, there's a bunch of male models coming for the fashion show, so I have to look forward to that. NOT. Male models are just as horrible as female ones. So yeah, that's why my day sucked. Oh I forgot, the Marie Claire magazine featuring me finally came out. The interview was well intact and true for the most part, but the picture of me... Holy. I think they totally edited my nose, there's no way my nose is that big.... Who is this stupid girl? There are children starving in the world!!! Okay, I get it, but hello? Isn't a break-up tragic?! Maybe not as bad as children starving, but you know, it's horrible enough for a twenty-one year old young adult, who works in a fashion industry already! Oh yeah, I never told you about that. You see, I started sewing and doing fashion since I was probably about seven; my mum and I did that together, she was a fashion designer too. She passed away when I was around twelve and we were just about go finish our spring collection together. Anyway, she helped me land some major brownie points and she got me into F.I.T. (Fashion Institute of Technology) when I was fifteen. So yeah, I went to college really early; I had no friends obviously. I was the little noob prodigy, since everyone was older. I graduated at age nineteen and I spent my graduation "party" at my mother's grave. She was the only one who understood me. I brought "us" an ice cream cake, and sat there and ate the whole thing myself.I know it sounds overly dramatic and all, but that's really what happened! I swear! You're also probably wondering how I had a relationship, since I was in college. key word: had . Suck it up, stupid girl! I know! Okay, sorry, I'm not over it yet! Well, he went to high school, and I went to college. So simple. It's not illegal, since I was underage at the time. It was difficult, yeah, but you know, love takes people very far... Not very far... Oh shut up, will you? Anyway... So after college, I moved to New York City alone because I had no family members near the hugest fashion capital in America. So yep. I live alone. New York City really scares me sometimes. I've never been to the scary neighborhoods, but wouldn't you be scared if you were walking alone at night? No, you're just a loser. Why are you being so mean to me! *cries* Anyway, back to reality. I'm standing at a bus stop... in the pouring rain... at 1 AM, because that's what everyone does, right? Psst. Yeah right. My EX-boyfriend is normally my ride, but you know, he's in some military base. Now I'm forced to public transportation. I've never exactly been on a bus before... I hope I don't embarrass myself. Don't you have a personal chauffeur, you snob? Well no, I don't have a personal chauffeur. I'm honestly, a middle class, working American. Why don't you just catch a cab? Yep. Still too expensive. I'm extremely afraid that someone will mug me. I don't see anyone shady really, but hello? I'm carrying a collector's item from the new Gucci line! I'm not rich, just to remind you again; the purse was a gift from my boss. All the clothes I wear come from the company; I occasionally go to SoHo and shop there; I love Top Shop, but I spend most of my money paying for my apartment, and now, public transportation. I pick up a card from the train station, so I wouldn't have to fish out change for the bus. It finally shows up, I show the driver my card and I sit down near the middle. There's only one other person on the bus, but I don't pay attention to him. Another person gets on too, a homeless man. He walks up to me, "Spare change, spare change." OMG! What do I do?! I've never been in a situation like this! i frantically think of ideas. I am so not getting mugged tonight. Wait... I know a bit of French... "Quoi?" I hear myself say, "Je ne comprends pas!" He looks at me with a puzzled expression and gets off at the next stop. I smoothed down my blouse and smirk proudly at my handling of the situation. "Your French is très horrible," I hear voice from behind me, with a perfect French accent and rolled "r's". I turn around mysterious man laughing at me. I turn probably the deepest shade of red ever, and it's noticeable against my porcelain skin. His dirty blonde hair is styled like Leonardo Dicaprio's and his dark eyes are surrounded by a thick coat of long eyelashes. He's wearing cologne from Versace; I recognize the scent because of Jeremy, my co-worker. That's his favorite. His navy blue v-neck is topped off with a black blazer, black dress pants, and leather shoes. He looks like a million bucks; so why is he taking public transportation? "I should ask the same about you," he responds to me. "I didn't mean.." I stop mid-sentence and slap my own face in my mind; I can't believe I said that out loud! If I were him, I would've slapped you! Stop, I'm already embarrassed enough! "So answer my question," he says. "You never asked one," I respond in my "cooperate-with-your-irritating-client-voice". "So this is how it's going to be?" a playful smile forms on his lips. "Maybe," I smile smugly back at him. I get up and press the touch tape to get off at the next stop. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I walk to my apartment on 34th Street, walk up to my room floor and get my key out to unlock the door. [color] CREEEEKK. What was that? I turn around and see mystery man trying to hide behind a fake cactus. "You're Elena Scott, right?" he asks. "Now you're stalking me?" I smirk, "and yeah I am." You wish he was... Shut it! I feel special for once... "The 21 year old prodigy, yeah I read your article in Marie Claire," he says professionally. I try to hold my laughter in, but it comes out really loudly, "I'm," snorts, "so sorry," snorts, "Marie Claire is a women's magazine!" Keep embarrassing yourself, idiot. He totally finds that attractive. Shush! I thought my joke was funny! "Don't laugh at me, tell my manager!" he says. "Why do you have to read that then?" I take a deep breath and stop laughing. "He wants us male models to keep up with female fashion, so we're not making fun of their outfits during the fashion show," he responds. That's how he knows so much French! No shiz, Sherlock. . I choke on my saliva, "You're a male model?" Duhhh. He's smoking. Ahem. There are plenty smoking guys that are not make models. Like my ex boyfriend. Key word: Ex. Why do you hate me?! "What? Am I not hot enough? I do have a six pack, if you were wondering," he smirks. I blush again feeling the warmth of my cheeks rise. "Are you going to be attending the fashion show?" he asks me. "Yes, my company is putting out our newest collection," I respond. "I'm modeling for Armani. I'll see you there," he smirks. "For the record, you're not hot enough to be a male model," I joke to him. EVEN THOUGH YOU TOTALLY ARE, OKAY. "I'm a bit hurt by that," he responds pouting, "but you're not too bad looking, Ms. Prodigy." "Thanks...." I start to say realizing I don't know his name. "Andres Wislow, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Prodigy. "
CREEEEKK. What was that? I turn around and see mystery man trying to hide behind a fake cactus. "You're Elena Scott, right?" he asks. "Now you're stalking me?" I smirk, "and yeah I am." You wish he was... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Here's the part the BB code screwed up