Pheonix's POV:


I’ve been with my current boyfriend Andy for 7 months now. Things were going great, until he began to involve himself with drugs. Over the past couple of months his addiction has become worse.
Andy has always been great with me. He’s always looked after me, made sure I took my medication every morning, made sure I lived healthy and remained happy.
Until now.
The drugs have completely taken over. He’s become abusive, both mentally and physically. I had no escape from him.
In the time I’ve been with him, I’ve managed to completely ignore every other human in my life. Even my best friend, Oliver. I haven’t talked or seen him in 6 months. I don’t know why I did this, there was just something about Andy that made me want him and only him in my life.
I’ve been diagnosed with what seems like a million illnesses. Some life threatening, some simply bearable.
My medication kept building up so much that it was impossible for me to keep up with it, so now the hospital has made it a lot easier for me. I have all my medication all combined into one liquid which I have to inject to myself every morning.
It’s the only thing keeping me alive.

Starting a week ago, Andy hasn’t allowed me to have my medication. I’ve become so weak and fragile that it allows him to do whatever he pleases to me. He mainly uses it as an easier way for him to take advantage of me sexually. And with all the drugs, that seems to be countless times a day.
Today, the pain of having no medication and being sexually abused so much has become so unbearable that I have to escape.
I have to get away from him. I have nowhere to go, but I intent to go wherever my feet decide to take me.


Andy had left the house to visit his dealer. He leaves me at home alone without worry, knowing that I’m too weak to leave. However, today, I’m ignoring every amount of pain in my body.

I left the house with none of my belongings. They all seemed worthless now, anyway.


I’ve now been walking for hours and finally someone has noticed me.
“Hello love, are you okay?”
An old, slightly dirty looking man asked me.
“I- I need to get away.” I replied.
I barley had the strength to talk.
The old man smiled creepily at me, and took my hand in his. He lead me somewhere, I’m assuming it was some kind of music venue as I could hear the sounds of loud live music.

The man pulled me behind the building and sat me on the ground. I had no strength to protest and hoped he wouldn’t hurt me.
My hopes were high, until he started to unzip his pants. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down.
“No, please! No!”
I yelled as loud as I possibly could.
He pulled my shorts down, followed by my underwear.
I tried my hardest to fight him away but I was too weak. I screamed as loud as I could but no one heard me.
Before I knew it, he was raping me. I cried more than I ever have. Sure, Andy did this to me on a daily basis but at least he was my boyfriend.


“Hey! HEY! GET OFF HER!”
I heard a familiar voice shout.
“Help me, please help me”
I managed to get out before my body completely switched off.

Notes

Hey everyone.
This is my first fan fiction. First writing I've ever done without force from teachers, actually.
So, let me know what you think! Hopefully people like it & I'll continue to write.

This seems like a short chapter, upcoming ones should be longer, but we'll see!
Harry will come into the story soon, as will the other characters.
When the story gets moving I'll also be adding Pheonix's outfits and all that fun stuff.


Please tell me what you think!