It's called.............
Having Hope
My name is Lisa, I have long brown hair, deep brown eyes, a
cheerful smile and rosy red cheeks. I am 18. My day started off normally: Woke
up, brushed my hair and teeth, got changed and had breakfast. I had arranged to
meet up with my boyfriend that day, Lewis is his name. He had short blonde hair
and sparkling blue eyes. He is 19. He
had a lovely personality or so I thought…
We met up in the local park but the sky turned grey and it
began to rain, so we ran back to Lewis’. When I was at his house no one was
there, he said his parents were on holiday in Canada and he took me up to his
bedroom. He showed me his endless trophy cabinet; it seemed as if it went on
forever! Then he turned to face me, he put his hands upon my hips and my hands somehow
ended up around his neck and we kissed, it felt so right and so magical. But it
wouldn’t last…
A few days had passed and on the Wednesday morning Lewis
turned up at my door, I invited him in and he followed me to my room. He closed
the door behind him, I didn’t know what to expect. Then he pushed me, pushed me
hard into my wall. It hurt, it hurt a lot and my back ached and I felt like
nothing. Then he picked me up off the floor and pushed me again and again and
again. I was upset, annoyed and most certainly confused. Then he hit me right
in the face, the pain was unbearable, I couldn’t understand why this was
happening… I thought he loved me? Why was he hurting me? He pushed me up
against the wall and I tried to push him away but I felt so weak and I felt as
if I could never move again… It was if I was paralyzed. Only Lewis controlled
my moves… I tried to shout for help but no one heard. I tried to turn myself
around so that I could thrust my fists against the wall, but I felt as if there
was no point and I was helpless…
Lewis eventually left and immediately crawled over my bedroom
fall to my phone and called my mum, she could tell something was wrong simply
through my voice. It was soft and weak. She said she would try and come but she
never came, I waited hours yet no one. I was sat in my room still motionless
and in complete silence. But then I heard the front door click and footsteps
heading up the stairs, I closed my eyes, but then I opened them to see a man. I
didn’t know who he was but he voice was soft and caring and he was dressed in a
white robe and then through the crack between my curtains shined through
sunlight… And the man said, “Don’t lose hope… Lisa.”
