The Scars On Our Hearts (Glenn Rhee) *Completed*

Chapter 1

*Emmie's POV*

Darkness, that's all I saw. Darkness. I couldn't tell if my eyes were opened or closed, but I new that it was dark.

I was numb, just everywhere numb.

My dry, cracked lips were pressed against the hard, cold ground and my breaths were short and quick. It felt as if someone was sucking the life out of me. I pressed my small hand against the concrete floor and tried to sit up. After a long while, I had gotten myself leaned against the wall, sitting upright.

At least I thought it was a wall. I couldn't tell because everything was pitch black. Of course, half the time I couldn't tell if my eyes were open because every time I would try to open them, they started to become heavy. I decided after a long time of waiting, I was going to call out, if I could.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my mouth was that my throat was unbelievable dry. It burned every time I would swallow. Then, I tried to speak.

"H-h...." My voice trailed off within milliseconds of the attempt. I clenched my teeth from all the pain and tried again. "H-help!" I croaked, but it only came out as a soft, scratchy whisper.

I hugged my shaking knees to my chest and buried my face in them.

'Help, please," I thought to myself.

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Suddenly, a stream of light filled the room and I cringed at the change of lighting. A mans shadow stood in the doorway and he just looked at me before turning on an overhead light and slamming the door.

I stared in fear as he looked at me with an evil grin. He twirled the tip of his knife lightly around the inside of his finger. There was a light sound of the heel hitting the floor as he paced back and forth in his rubber boots.

My jaw started to shake and I gulped loudly.

"Nervous are we?" He asked in a creepy voice. I just continued to stare, wide eyed. "I asked you a question!"

I quickly nodded and bit my dry lip. He knelt down in front of me and got in my face. Tears started to flood from my eyes.

"Awe, don't cry. It'll be okay," he said creepily and grabbed my face. I whimpered as his nails dug into my cheek. "I saw this earlier." He lifted my shirt slightly to reveal he bandaged wound.

He ripped the bandage off and light grazed his rough fingers over it. I winced at his slight touch. "Please don't, please sto-" he pressed his finger with force on the red, stitched up skin. "AHHH!" I screamed and he dig his nail into it. "Daddy!" I cried.

"Awe, you want your daddy? How sweet. Well, your daddy is the one who got you into this," he said and took his hand back.

I let out a small sigh of relief and felt blood trickle down my stomach.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked through sobs.

"Because I can," he said and stood up.

I thought he was gonna leave but he whipped back around and slammed his boot down on my ankle. I cried out in pain as loud as my throat would let and and grabbed my ankle. He left the light on as he shut and locked the door.

I couldn't move my ankle. I wanted my daddy. I needed him.

"Daddy, please help," I sobbed.

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