Pewdiecry: Alone

Prologue - Pewds

Authors note - Ok so you stayed through the first prologue. Don't worry I'm not doing two of every chapter. God no... just the prologues. These two needed their own prologue. So yeah :) - Warning - Murder

Four years ago

I can't breathe. His hands are around my throat, choking the air out of me. He's pinned me down. I can't move, I'm too weak to fight back. If I don't escape soon, I'll die. I frail my arms, clawing at his face, at his hands, anywhere. my legs are pinned. There's a sudden loud bang and the man falls off of me, releasing my throat. I gasp and choke on air, filling my lungs with amazing, glorious oxygen. I gagged, choked and finally breathed in deeper than I had ever done before. My heart pounded fast.

"Felix!" The man speaking coughed and hacked, falling to the floor as blood poured from his torso.

"Dad!" I ran over to him, pushing him on his back. His blood was every where.

"Felix, you must run. Get out of here before they come back."

"But Dad! I can't leave you here!"

"You have to go!" He pushes me away, coughing. "Run, Felix." Tears are streaming down my face as I get up and run. I run out of the back door, passing my mother's body holding my sister's. They were both gone. My father going. I have to run. It is what he told me to do. His dying wish as they say. I don't want to, but I have to. I grab a family photo near the door and run out. They're not here yet. No one is here. The police are no where. What are they doing? We called an hour ago!

I run and run, out of the gate, away from the house. I cry out as the images of my mother and father's blood. My sister's lifeless body. The large man pinning me down. My stomach churns and I have to stop. I throw up. I throw up for what seemed like forever, and just when I thought I'd finished, I threw up some more.

I have to run.

I pick myself up from the floor. It's dark. The cold night chills me to the bone and now my throat is sore. I have to keep running. I run past fields and trees. I run past houses. My legs are moving on their own. My heart is pounding, my lungs are screaming. So I scream with them. I cry out into the night air, venting my pain and anger. I was too weak. I was too weak to get the man off. Too slow to warn my family about the approaching cars. Too damn weak to help them when the men came. Too... Damn... Weak.

I stop gulping down the air. Sweat dripped from my face. My legs were shaking violently. I couldn't take another step. My legs couldn't take me further. I fall to the ground. My knees scrape against the rough concrete. I don't notice. They're too numb. My lungs are so sore.

I caught my breath. Laying on the ground, my breathing returns to normal, my heart returns to a normal pace. My head is spinning. I sit up and the photo falls from my pocket. My family stares at me with loving eyes. We were happy. It was the holidays. I pick the photo up and outline the shape of their bodies with my finger. My eyes fill with tears and soon I'm crying. The tears stream down my face endlessly. I cry and sob while hugging the picture. I'm shivering, but the cold doesn't bother me right now.

My family is gone.

I'm alone.

I need to get help but I don't even know where I am.

Lost.

Scared.

Cold.

Alone.

I need to find somewhere to go. I don't care where. I just want to get out of the cold.

I stand up, looking at the picture one more time before putting it back into my pocket. I need to get out of the cold.

Out of nowhere there's a bright light. Red, blue, white. I'm blind. What is it? A loud noise. A horn? Sirens? The screeching of breaks. I look a moment before blinding pain hits me. I'm thrown backwards through the air. My scream is cut short as I hit the floor, my head making a sickening 'crack' on the hard gravel.

Blinding white pain.

Darkness.