He beat me every single day, and after every beating he would force me to drink. Sometimes he would make me drink poison, other times he would pour alcohol onto my wounds, which caused them to become infected. I was always tired because of the constant beatings, but I never complained or questioned him; I just obeyed his orders. But then one day when I was thirteen years old, he went too far. He started hitting me harder and harder, and I could barely take anymore.” He began to cry again.“He wouldn’t stop until I passed out, which took almost two hours before I woke back up.” He sniffed quietly. “I guess he figured out that the alcohol hadn’t done its job and thought that I deserved a break. I woke up, and he was gone. The next morning, the police showed up at our house, asking us questions. They told us that we were lucky because they found your body, but they also told us to leave town and never come back. They even took our phone records so we couldn’t contact anyone else to infor
“Thank you.” He smiled softly.They started walking slowly together, side by side. Neither of them wanted to talk, so neither of them dared to do it. Instead, they both watched as the scenery around them slowly changed from the bleak buildings and dark alleyways that they had seen earlier to the open fields and beautiful forests that surrounded them.“You know, I’m glad to see that you don’t seem to mind being stuck in this city after everything that happened.” She said softly. “It must be nice living somewhere where people will look after you and provide you with food and shelter.”“Actually, yes. I always felt uncomfortable and unwanted in the hospital. I used to live alone in the foster homes, and I didn’t feel very safe, so whenever I had to move in with a new family, they would ask me for my name, age, and where I came from. They never really cared for me, and the kids there often ignored me and made fun of me. I was always bullied by the other kids, and sometimes even adults, an
“That sounds scary Emi.” She said worriedly. “I hope your mommy knows that she shouldn’t have done something like that. It must have been quite a shock to hear what happened.”“What did happen?” Emily asked quietly. “Is my mom alright?”She hesitated before answering, then looked over at a clock that was hanging on the wall nearby.“Oh, Emma. I suppose it isn’t time for breakfast yet.” She chuckled softly and then quickly pulled Emily behind one of the chairs. “Look. There are two men dressed all in black, standing across from us. They’re staring right at us now. I wonder if they’re looking for you. I doubt they’re the police. It probably is because of you that they’re looking for you.” She mumbled quickly, watching them nervously.Emily stared at them for a moment, trying to figure out what they were exactly looking at. Eventually, she shrugged slightly.“It’s fine.” She stated, although she couldn’t help feeling uneasy.“Are you hungry? I can whip something up for you.”She nodded.
Don’t move. Do you hear me?” His voice sounded harsh and menacing.“Okay…” Emily stammered, her voice trembling slightly, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.“Good.” He said before he turned away from her again. The gun clicked. Emily squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the pain suddenly surged through her body. Her eyes popped open again when she felt the sudden pressure on her foot. She looked down, to see her foot being grabbed by what seemed to be some type of rubber band. She tried to kick her leg free from it, but it tightened even more and dug itself deeper into her foot, leaving red marks along her skin. She bit back the scream that wanted to escape her mouth. The gun clicked once again. A bright flash blinded her, and the pain stopped abruptly as suddenly as it had started.Slowly, Emily opened her eyes and saw her uncle’s head turn toward her slowly, his head tilting slightly to the side. She quickly realised that he was looking directly at her, holding the barrel of hi
She pressed the barrel to her temple and squeezed the trigger, just as quietly as she had done before. The gun jumped in her hand, the bullet tearing into her flesh. Blood dripped to the ground in small drops. She closed her eyes. Pain, pain, pain…Suddenly, she was jerked backwards violently, pulling the gun from her forehead and throwing it across the kitchen. She fell hard on her knees as she landed, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was coldness spreading through her body, and it seemed to have spread its way to her limbs, too. The pain, the loss of blood, the numbness… it was too much. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and soon darkness overtook her senses.When she regained consciousness, her whole body ached terribly. Her head, her arms, her leg… She could hardly move without wincing. Everything hurt, and she wished she could stop feeling. She groaned in pain and brought a shaky hand to her head. She felt like someone had thrown her through a brick wall. She slowly lifted h
Just until she heals properly.”“Thank you…” Her mother gave him a gentle smile and wrapped a protective arm around her daughter.“Let’s get her cleaned up and then head home, hmm?”“Sounds wonderful.”When she awoke the following day, her mom was sitting next to her bed holding her hand.“You’re awake,” she said softly, her fingers gently running up and down Emily’s skin. “You were sleeping so peacefully I decided to stay and wake you up once you woke up…it took a while though. How are you feeling today?”Emily let out a soft sigh and rolled onto her side. She propped herself up against the headboard and leaned back against the pillows. “Fine,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “Everything hurts…everything aches. My leg especially.”Her mother chuckled lightly, brushing her bangs aside. “That doesn’t surprise me…you were screaming and fighting for a long time yesterday.”“I’m sorry,” she replied, opening her eyes again.“Don’t apologize. You can be extremely stubborn sometimes.” Her mot
Emily entered the mansion to see the whole mansion all dark with the absence of people. “Hello? anybody here" she spoke out while her voice echoed. Emily walked towards a staircase that was covered by dark red carpeting. She could only hear the thumping of her heart and her breath. It felt like she was walking through an underground labyrinth.” Please be careful” she told herself as she started climbing up the staircase. She was getting more and more nervous but she kept moving forward. Suddenly she heard loud whispering, coming from a room beside her. “We have to drug her first” a voice yelled angrily. While Emily goes closer to peep through the little opened door. The voices were coming from inside the room. Emily tried to get a better view and was finally able to see everything. Inside, the mayor, the sheriff, and a few other faces she couldn't recognize. “No, we kill her and burn the children along with her," the mayor said “No, we are going to be seen as monsters” the
Goldberg knew what he meant. There wasn’t anyone left alive. There were bodies everywhere: bodies charred black and burnt into little more than bones and ash. Goldberg looked around in horror, but sean was gone by the time he turned around. Goldberg searched for him frantically until he heard a door slam and footsteps coming down the hall. “Sean! Sean, where are you?” He yelled, but he received no answer. Goldberg followed the voices but didn’t get very far before something hit his forehead. His eyes rolled back into his head. He fell onto the floor, and he woke up in his bed again.Goldberg felt groggy and out of sorts. It wasn’t like this was new or anything. When he first woke up after the attack he’d experienced these feelings often enough. But he couldn’t remember when. He remembered having been attacked, he remembered running away, he remembered getting hit repeatedly in the face. Then there were flashes of white light, then pain. And then nothing. He tried not to think about ho