The Unspoken

Chapter 1

I honestly don't really know how I ended up living in a dark, wet, and smelly cave. Well, I wouldn't say it was a cave. You see, my town was over taken by the Clovers, a huge group of men who killed your family or if you didn't get killed, your life will be spent below the earth. I guess you could say I was living in a sewer type cave. It smelled like a sewer, looked like a sewer, but it was divided into "rooms", but I call them caves with bars. You couldn't get out of the cold wet room unless a Clover unlocked it for you. But it was rare if someone left their room. I've been living in this hell hole for at least 3 years. My dress I was wearing was no longer white, but covered in dirt and torn literally everywhere. My hair was wet and my face was pale, due to the loss of food over the years. I was extremely skinny, but not skinny enough for anyone to see my bones, thank god.

The last happy memory I had was right before the Clovers killed my whole family and took me away. Me and my family, which consumed of me, my mom, and my dad, went to the zoo that day. I'm not much of an animal person, but for some reason I loved going to the zoo. I was and I'm still terrified of reptiles. Snakes, iguanas, lizards. You name it, I'm afraid of it. Anyways, my favorite animal was probably the monkeys. I was fascinated about how smart they were for an animal. After the zoo, we went to go get some ice cream and then headed home to watch The Titanic, my all time favorite movie. The next morning is my worst memory yet.

We were all asleep. It was barely 7 am. You could hear the birds chirping, but their beautiful music was cut off when the door was kicked down. I could hear men screaming "GO GO GO!" My parents knew they had come to kill us. They shakily put their hands up and said, "Take us, don't take our daughter's life, take ours!" Without hesitation, a Clover man shot my parents, twice in the head and twice in the heart. I fall to the floor screaming in terror. "MOM DAD WAKE UP!" I felt hands on my waist and I was hoisted up. I screamed and kicked but they took me and left my parent's lifeless bloody bodies on the bed. They threw me in a car and drove away.

That was when I was 12. 3 years later I'm still living in hell. I swear to god nobody gives a crap about me down here. All they wanna do is torture me and laugh while doing it. They are the cruelest men alive. But I was about to find out that not all of them wanted to put me through a living hell.