Amnesia and Star Child

“You’re worthless Mike! Impossible!” Anna shouted and stormed out of the house, dumping the wedding ring on the floor.
I picked it up and wondered if she would want to file divorce papers this time.
It was coming I knew.
They all said we had been a long term couple, since she had been my ‘high school girlfriend’,
The truth was, she never really looked at me twice until the band started coming together, then we started dating and so on.
She wanted a baby - and it wasn’t even our first year anniversary yet.
Rosie touched my hand gently.
“Yeah I know.” I whispered.
No one but Rosie had ever seen me without a shirt.
No one knew of the scars, or of how painful it was to have someone touch them skin to skin.
Sex was something I’d rather avoid.
Ever since...
“Mike - dude - what’s wrong?!” Chester’s voice rang into my tangled mind.
He sounds almost terrified.
It's all a mess, Rosie’s telepathic waves are flooding me, probing, seeking the answer to my problem - I could feel other waves coming in from far off planets, stars and everything else, telling me things that in this present state of mind I couldn’t even begin to grasp.
Then to top it off was Chester’s voice.
My friend.
But I'm too far gone, I knew it right to the pit of my iron weighted bones that there was something of the cataclysmic dying star sort going on.
My memories, like the demons of the mind pulled me into the depths of my head, to places I’d rather forget than remember - like they were making me do now.
He was insane - a psycho who’d escaped some prison.

I was walking down the edge of the forest, bag in tow, heading for a future I didn’t even want to think about.
They were intent on abuse, inflicting sexual torture was a pastime and I’d had enough - I packed in the night and snuck out the window, bolted down the road and kept going.
Now I was here, feeling better than I had in a while.
My crotch was still aching, but I didn’t care - if I pulled this off I’d never feel that way again.
I heard rustling in the foliage, but I ignored it, only hesitating a second to glance in that direction before continuing my trek.
Maybe if a car came along I’d do some hitchhiking - not particularly a safe method of transportation for any teen, but I wasn’t going to get too far without wheels.
Something grabbed me from behind - I squeaked in surprise, struggled and was pinned down, I felt tape around my arms, then legs - and all of a sudden I was being dragged.
I struggled violently, but whoever - or whatever - was dragging me was strong.
Pulled away from the safety of the road side, dragged further and further into the forest until I came to an overgrown clearing where a cottage stood.
I was taken inside and chained to the floor, my mouth duct taped - my heart was in my throat, pounding so hard I felt like I was going to choke.
“You really are a healthy specimen...” He leered down at me, psycho eyes glowing maliciously.
I made a muffled squeak.
“Very pretty human... Mongoloid Caucasian cross. Very beautiful.” He chuckled and put his hand down my pants.
Shit here we go again! I thought, but I knew this was different - he was that guy from T.V. on the news, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill and the law meant even less to him than the torturers back at home.
He was a psycho who had got out of the ward somehow and was hunting again - and by some insane luck he’d found me for his prey.
A collar was fastened around my neck and I was yanked down into a kneeling, bowing position like those Arabs bowing to the Mecca or something.
“I’m going up your ass.” He whispered excitedly into my ear.
I didn’t think I ever screamed so loud in my life as I did then.
It was excruciating, he rubbed a tiny bit of lubricant onto his erection and then pushed in - hard.
In and out, in and out without even pausing.
Tears of agony were rolling down my cheeks, stifled whimpers of pain kept coming - but still he didn’t stop.
I felt a knife on my throat and then the flow of warm blood.
Not much though.
There was only heavy breathing, nothing else apart from the pain.
I just wanted to die - there was really not much else to live for - if there was anything at all.
First my own parents attacked me, my dad molesting me and my mom putting me down for every little thing I did, then their friends who liked molesting me too - and now this.
Why the hell had I hacked it for this long I don’t know.
He started shouting and pushing harder.
I touched my head to the ground and prayed silently that I would have a chance to end it all soon.
After a while he finished and pulled himself out of me.
My pants were gently pulled back up and the collar chain was loosened so I could sit upright.
“A Mongoloid Caucasian cross. You realize how very few of those I’ve seen?” He laughed and suddenly looked out the window.
“What are you going to do huh?! He’s mine! There’s nothing you can do!” He shouted with a crazed laugh.
I closed my eyes.
I’m at the mercy of an insane man... What a way to go.