The Light

~Elizabeth~

It was 12:01 when I heard a knock at my door.  Many things ran through my mind, but one stood out the most.  They found me.  You are probably thinking who are they? Well first let me tell you, that I am twelve years old.  I live in abandoned house somewhere in the state of Missouri.  My name is Elizabeth Allen and I am a runaway, and I have been for two years.

When I was nine, I realized how miss treated I was.  So I made a plan to leave, and escape the hell I was living in.  My birthday was two months away, so I figured I could save all the money I got, and live off of that.  Five days after my tenth birthday, I had 532 dollars saved up.  I packed a backpack, and left that day.  In the next few days, my picture was everywhere, on every newspaper, everyone knew the name Elizabeth Allen, and everone was looking for me.

The person at my door knocked again.  I walk over to the door, and place my hand on the old, cold, metal door knob.  I slowly turn the knob, and open the creaky door.  A boy around eighteen stands in front of me.  I look him up and down and he steps in my house, closing the old door behind him.

"Hello Elizabeth," He says, his voice filled with mystery.

I take a step back, my voice shaky, "H-how do you know my name?"

The boy steps towards me, taking my wrists in his hands, not answeing my question.  In a blink of an eye, I am laying on my back on the cold wooden floor, with the boy kneeling besides me. 

I start to breathe heavy, "W-what are you d-doing?"

The boy reaches his hand into his pocket, pulling out a knife, "Goodbye Elizabeth." He says softly. I look at the boy, and for a moment, I think I saw guilt pass through his features. But as quickly as it came, it disapeared.  I shut my eyes, knowing what comes next, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, and feel warm liquid soak my shirt.  I try to scream, but I can't, I try to cry, but I can't. The pain soon starts to numb, and I drift into a deep sleep, that I will never be able to wake up from.

The murder stands up and wipes his knife on his jeans, before putting it back in his pocket.  He puts a blanket over the young girl's body and sighs, feeling a pang of guilt and regret, sorrow and maybe even a bit of anger towads himself, but he quickly shakes them away.  He walks out of the creaky door, and closes it behind him, walks down the old rotting stairs, takes one more look at the old abandened house, and runs off to the woods.

***So...I hope you guys like it.  My friend is making me a cover for the story, and I know it will be great because she is just that amazing.  Umm...this is just sorta the background of the story, but it is very important later on in the book! I hope you guys like this story, and make sure to read, vote fan, comment, and read my other book if you don't already!***