Death Day {Unedited}

oh, shiz

Terror was building in me, taking away my breath. Black dots sparkled a long my vision. I knew I would faint soon.
"That's right," the general cooed. "Be a good little prisioner and faint," he whispered, his eyes glinting evily in the dark.
No! No! I would not fall back into his clutches!
I shook my head, trying to brush the black spots out of my vision. It worked.
I pretended to faint. When he came close to me to pick me up, I head-butted him.
"Oh, f____," he sweared. My head pounding, I jumped to my feet. "STAY THE F____ AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed, terror pounding in my veins. I sagged to the side, and my eyelids drooped. I started swaying from side to side.

oh, shiz. I was going to faint soon.

Summer! Help, I sent.

What? What's wrong? Summer asked.

No time to explain. Get in the freaking spare room outside of the auditiorium! Bring reinforcements, I quickly explained. I could feel Summer nod. Frankly, it was kinda weird.

I had no time to think about that, though. I had bigger fish to fry.

Steadying myself, I stood towards the General and spat,"You'll never take me alive, A-whole." Every word I spoke to him was laced with venom. The General frowned, a bit crazily. It took me a split second to realize he was crazy.

Oh, shiz. This was going to be harder than I originally thought.

I focused on the fury building in me, and discarded the fear. I was a teenage girl. I should be dating, doing homework, complaining, maybe even doing things I wasn't supposed to at my age, for crying out loud! The Government had taken ALL of that away from me. They had NO right.

I would make them pay.

Staying turned to the General, I smiled. "I'm going to rather enjoy this, General," I said, sickeningly sweet. The General smiled a crazed smile again.  "Call me Joeseph, Joey, or Jo. And I am too," Jo replied, showing me a crooked smile.

Without thinking twice, I hurled myself at him. Jo stumbled and fell back on  his bottom. I kicked him in the stomach, Jo emmiting a grunt. He stood up and kicked my ankle. I fell to the ground, but shot out my leg at his feet, tripping him. As he was falling to the ground, I head-butted him. Jo coughed and murmered,"You've gotten better, daughter."