SOULJA GIRL

CHAPTER 1: THE MASSACRE
            At this time I couldn’t remember the day, month, or year, because I’ve tried to forget. All I know now is that I was in Russia , and I was also 4 years old at the time.
In the morning my aunt was bathing me. While I’m in the tub the house starts shaking. She left then came back with a shirt and a pair of my underwear. She rushed me out the tub, and hurried the shirt and drawers on me.
            She said “go on now run away, get out of here, you need to leave now!”
“But why?” I replied. “I’m scared, I don’t wanna leave without you, and I’m not.”
            She knew that I was too scared to go alone into a place I didn’t know. So, she gave me my teddy bear “SIMBA”. Then after, she beat me.
            You know that when a child is beaten they don’t really like the person who hit them until later. So, I grabbed Simba and left. I didn’t know just quite, where I was going, but when I got a couple feet away, the building blew up.
            I screamed and ended up feeling bad at the thought that my aunt had died in there.
But she wasn’t dead! Just a few inches away I saw her in the bushes; this man was raping her!
            I couldn’t bear to watch, but I screamed her name and begged him to stop .While he was doing that; He kept staring at me laughing and smiling. I saw as my aunt was crying and kicking for him to stop, but he didn’t.
            I didn’t know that he was smiling at me for a reason until later.
            Some Random guy came from behind me and pointed the gun at my head. He forced me to watch what the other man was doing to my aunt.
            That crazy man flipped my aunt’s body over, and pushed her face into the ground. While he was raping her from behind; he had that gun pointed to the back of her head.
            At the age I was, I didn’t know anything about a gun, but I knew that people usually die from them.
            I raised my hands and waved them and screamed, “Please don’t do it!”, for about five minutes; watching my aunt gap for air and having her arms and legs wave and swing around frantically. Then, ten seconds later, he pulled the trigger.
“POW!”
            You would think that he’d stop then, but he didn’t as before. He did something, that I know not even the filthiest man would do. He took his penis out her anus and stuck it through the hole; that he planted in the back of her head.              When he took it out it was glistening with bodily fluids and blood on it.
            I guess the sight of that turned the other man that had me in a clutch’s stomach. The man who had me wasted his only bullet on the one who raped and killed auntie and shot him.
            He then threw the gun away and grabbed his machete. He grabbed my hair, and picked me up off the ground. He was about to slit my throat; when someone had shot him in his head.
            I fell and twisted my ankle. But I’ve had not choice but to run. It would’ve been a matter of time till the other man who shot him would come after me.
            I looked in the distance and heard, felt, and saw a building explode and fall to the ground. After, there was a series of gunshots. The only thing I remembered was that yesterday my aunt said “In the woods, and forest there are poisonous animals and plants, rapists, and muggers. If you decide to go in there, there are also over 50 patches of quick sand, so be careful.”
            I ran without looking back and knowing that I went off into the woods. But when I noticed; it was at night. I felt dizzy, nauseous, and hurt. I was thinking of how my aunt’s death was my fault. That maybe if I’d stayed with her then maybe she’d still be here.

            That night, I couldn’t sleep. I just kept Simba close to my chest and prayed; that I wouldn’t die. I started dreaming of being with my mother and father and having them min my heart.
            I tried singing and keeping my eyes closed since I was scared of the dark. But that didn’t work either. So, while I was squeezing Simba to my heart I would tell him over and over “it’ll be alright, it’ll be ok. In the morning, we’ll leave this place.”
            Grenade explosions and gunshots are still going all around me, so I started to run again. The more steps I took the louder I heard the citizens screaming. When eventually, I saw a group of people with their bodies, hands, and heads sticking out of mud, or worst yet, QUICKSAND!
I thought that if I wanted to avoid being one of them, I would walk around. But little did I now there was a pool of quicksand all around. I ran pass the people and ended up getting stuck as well.
For 2 days, I stood there screaming and sinking slowly. Some solider had finally came along to help me out. When the other people saw him, they started pulling, and pushing my head and shoulders down further. The harder he’d pull the further I sunk. He decided we weren’t going to get anywhere doing so. So, he told me to hold on a second, that he was going to get some help.
For another 2 hours, I was starting to feel quicksand drown down into my ears. After 2 hours, he showed back up with a truck and rope.
He tied the rope around my neck and told me to put my hands in-between both, so I wouldn’t be choked. He wrapped the other side of the rope to the truck and told the other man to start the car.
There were still people who were trying to get out, so most kept pushing my head down. The way the rope clinched my neck while both solider and car was pulling. I felt my 2 little hands choking me to death. The pulling wasn’t helping; all I could do was scream, or try. The solider got tired of the other people, so while he was pulling me, he started kicking the others in the face, so they would let go. With the constant pulling and pulling for hours, I was finally freed.
I grabbed Simba, who I threw on the ground earlier, so he wouldn’t sink, and I ran, not stopping for anything. I was so hungry and thirsty, but I couldn’t stop running. Bullets were flying over my head. I hid in a trench and drunk the dirt water that was there.
Five feet away was a building that crashed, and exploded and dirt and mud was flying everywhere. I saw people leaping over the trench screaming and crying. Someone tripped over the trench and fell in. When I saw her she looked 6 years old begging for her mother. Suddenly, out of the blue people stopped leaping and started charging. They ended up trampling on the little girl. All I could remember was the girl’s blood splattering on me and her screeching in pain.
Once the running had died down-still petrified-I zoomed to the park. I got to the park a little near dark, and what a sight! Can you believe it?! There was a huge fountain of blood with human remains floating in them. Some were clothed, others laid bare.
There started to be food shortages and little water to go around. It wasn’t long till the hunger, and thirst fell over me again. I started tumbling and falling over my feet. My stomach started squeezing, growling, and curling from the lack of food after 3 days.
In search of water and food, I had to sneak from tree to building and building to tree. I was behind a corner of a building when I heard this man and woman arguing. This lady looked half-dressed like the rest, and the man, he just looked dirty in some type of expensive outfit. (At least in Russia )
“Where the fuck did my money go, slut?!” he yelled. “Look, I didn’t fuck you on this! These guys came up and mugged me!” she cried. “Don’t give me that bullshit, bitch. You trying to cheat me ?!” “No,No!”
            “CLICK, CLACK, POW!”
            I jumped and ran the other way, “oh no, he saw me !” 
“Ay, girl!, bring your ass back here! I wanna talk to you!”

I started speeding, heart racing, blood pumping, and running out of breathe. “Finally!” I had out ran him and I started coughing, a dry cough at that. 

Just a mile after walking I saw a group of kids over by a pipe that was leaking water. They were drinking from it, and I wanted some so badly for my dry throat and mouth. When, all of the sudden, a guy came over and threw a grenade. “BOOM!”

I was kid’s bodies flying everywhere. A head went right; a leg and arm went left. I was so frightened, that I ran the opposite direction. I ran to the other half of the city, looking for an escape. I got to a place that was worming with police. I heard the bullets blasting off my eardrums, like bazookas.

Coming across the bridge, I went to my school, only to have it blow up in my face at a distance. Knowing that no matter where I would go; I would find a war zone.

I stopped and cried my eyes out for what I thought to be the last time. I was wrong.

This man came out of nowhere. In fact, a group of people came out of nowhere. There were so many guns and weapons and noises: gunshots, gun flares, Bazookas, Pistols, AK-47s, Sniper guns, and Automatics were heard all around.

I saw a big statue and decided to go hide behind it. “Maybe no one would see me. ” I thought to myself. But as always, I was wrong.

This man, Mr. Tutaushalun, my math teacher caught me and called me. I though he was here to finally save me.

When he called me over, it was like he was trying to console me at the same time: Patting my head repeatedly, telling me that it will be okay. He led me to his hideout, a place that was away from all the madness. I was picked up, put in a shower, cleaned, fed, and nurtured.

Before you know it, I kept feeling something hard, big and long, pushing in me.

The constant pain of something pushing in me, it felt as if I was being ripped apart from the inside. It felt like I was being hammered over and over again.

I started screaming, pulling, scratching, and praying. He couldn’t take it, I could tell. He started to cover my mouth, punch and strangle me, yelling at me to stop. I just kept crying and screaming I couldn’t stop. So, he got tired of it and stopped. He was trying to take his penis out of me, but I wouldn’t, couldn’t let him. It hurt so badly, when he put it in. What makes you think it wouldn’t hurt when he took it out?

I begged him not to take it out, just as well as I begged him not to put it in, but he did the complete opposite of what I asked. Every time he tried to pull himself out of me more teardrops would come running down my face. All of the sudden, by surprise, it caught me.

“It was stuck!”

I didn’t believe that I could bear more pain, on top of what I was feeling, but I had to.

My vagina was as swollen and puffy as a bowling ball. The pain was unbearable, that I couldn’t even move my legs. He was trying so hard to move me from the bed, but I resisted the move. He told me, that if I didn’t move he would fuck me again. I promised that I wouldn’t disobey him, but I was in too much pain to move. Not only did I feel terrible pain, but I started bleeding. Blood just came pouring out, and no later than 5 minutes I was sitting in a puddle of blood.

Whenever, I’d try to move, my vagina and inner thighs would have me screaming in agony.

But I had to get away from this man and this world.





CHAPTER 2: THE ESCAPE



I noticed that from the kitchen I saw all this smoke cloud up. Then I heard a bang and visualized fire balls. “Someone has spotted our hideout!”  Mr. Tutaushalun blurted out. “We must go before they swarm in here and kill us!”

He took me by my waist and hung me over his shoulder. With each bounce and step he took I would whimper. The ground started shaking and rumbling. Sooner I’d see the earth open up and swallow innocence in whole. I couldn’t take this frightening sight. Mr. Tutaushalun was so scared that he threw me off his shoulder so; I took it as an advantage and ran off. I wanted to get far from the mouth of the earth as possible.

I had stopped running and looked back. I watched as my past professor got eaten up by the earth. But the suspense didn’t end just there.

“The mouth was stretching in my direction!” 

And I ran as far as I could, only to have been tripped by a pile of dead decaying bodies. Lying in those bodies for a few seconds I didn’t notice the stampede of people that were behind me. They were coming straight towards me and my ankle was stuck in a hole of a cornucopia of arms.

I knew that they wouldn’t stop for me. So I dub myself under the bodies; hoping that the people would not be able to get to me. It worked, but taking all the time and effort in getting my body underneath. I forgot about my other hand, but time was up, the citizens were near, and I couldn’t pull my hand in. then something bad happened.

“SQUASH, CRACK, POP, RIP!”

They ran right on top of my hand, and all I could’ve done was scream until it was over. While I was screaming; the blood from the 3 day decaying bodies’ were dripping and pouring into my mouth. I started choking on it and gagging it out.

When I got out the pile; I started walking towards this church, with my veins, meat and bones hanging from my wrist. I looked up at the cross on top of the church, and like the ornament of Jesus, someone had nailed the priest to the cross as well.

I was hoping inside, that I would be safe from all of what was going on. (I mean, people say everyday that if you want to go to a safe place, go to church.) But as soon as I walked into the church I looked above me and on the ceiling were dozens of bodies hanging over my head. After baring that sight, I dropped to my knees and begun to pray and apologize for anything that I’ve done wrong. I stood up only to see that an affray was taking place.

“SPLAT!”

My face glistening and wet from a brain being shot and slapped on my face. When I opened my eyes I noticed that the gun was pointed at my head. So I ran.

I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I ran in zigzag form. I dashed straight across the nearest bridge for safety. But as the story goes on, I didn’t find any. I found a doctor on the way, who sewed up my wrist for me; I thanked him and kept going. Boy those stitches being put in felt like butcher knives; well actually they weren’t stitches, they were killer ant heads, which was a painful and slow way to seal up a deep cut.

When I got to the bridge I got stuck in a crowd on the way across. It seems that I wasn’t the only one making this trip. We were running towards what we thought was the Russian army. But after the World Wars’ they would let anyone shoot off the army’s guns.

Sooner I started feeling people shoving and pushing me. They started running back, and I couldn’t understand why. Then I saw them.

The terrorists’ and Russian mafia were shooting at us from both ends.

There was no escaping the shells. So as a final decision I jumped from 80 feet. in the air. I was feeling an empty heavy force from under me. Then the real force came on.

I covered my head and crouched in as I started to fall in the water. The pain was unbearable, my arms were shattered. I had only one way to float, and that was my feet and legs.

It was hard for me, but I got out. Some sweet little boy helped me out. This boy, once I started to remember his face, was mean to me. But this time, he was helping me! pg.20