HELLBOUND WITH YOU

1: Reverie

Jessie's POV

August,1824.

Walking through the market with heavy sack bags under the unforgiveably scorching sun wasn't something I planned on tolerating for very long.With the knowledge of the two pieces of silver coins with me,I flagged down a carriage

"Could you take me to the ruins village across the lake "

"That will cost four pieces of silver"the middle aged carrier bargained

"It's not even dusk yet there's no reason for such a high price"

" Tell that to the bandits living in the area" I hadn't been able to retaliate with a word of my own before the carrier rode off. With a sigh I accept my fate and begin walking home.It wasn't surprising that no one wanted to go there,the name wasn't ruins village for nothing.

It was reaching dusk when I finally arrived at my small,old,tattered house.I wasn't fazed by the view as other than the fact that I was used to it,every other house looked the same. The carrier was right,the bandits wouldn't have allowed him to pass so easily because they did live here. They give the place a bad name but didn't steal from anyone in the neighborhood for a simple reason.None of us had anything of worth to our name.That's why we were here in the first place.

Entering the house, I take off my sandals and began walking towards the kitchen

"Aunt Lucy I'm home" I stopped as silence welcomed my words

"Aunt Lucy,aunty!.."I raise my voice but
it became clear she wasn't at home.It was strange she was still out till now but not unusual,my aunt Lucy was never the type stay indoors all day.

Finishing my chores and cooking for dinner,I stroll back to the first room in the house to lay my mat.Aunt Lucy wasn't back yet but I had a good idea where she was,no harm would come to her.

Tossing and turning,sleep refuse to come to my aid,just like all the other nights.I just lay on the mat facing upwards to the almost completely detached ceiling,it had been like this for me since years back,so I had become accustomed to how pointless it was to struggle for sleep.

With closed eyes but an uncalmed mind,my past presents itself to me.Diving right into it I go all the way back to where the saddening of my life first began.

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June,1817.

"Jess come on father said it's time to go" a teenage boy who was much taller than me picked me up on his shoulder and began walking in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go.He was my brother,I could never forget him.
"no put me down Aaroon...." I whined but he didn't bugde "it's still my birthday just ten more minutes I promise"

"The festivals already over,you've had your fun Jess we have to go home"my older brother Aaron impatiently dragged me to our family's carriage

"We can come here tomorrow if you'd like but it'll soon be midnight,we all need to get to bed"my father said apologetically.

It was a white lie he liked to pull on me, and until two years back it worked like magic for him but I let it go and accept to be pulled along by my brother.My mother was practically engaged in a fight with sleep and she was loosing miserably.Father was right.I didn't even realize how tired I was until I stopped hopping around.

My brother patted my head as a form of consolation for my assumed sadness.It was more of tiredness than the former,though he didn't need to know that.The town's festival fell on the very same night of my birthday, the obvious reason why my leash was extended through our time here.There couldn't be a better birthday gift than that, but alas the night couldn't last forever.

Our carraige rode through the dark night with me laying most of my non-existent weight on my brothers side halfway into dreamland, the midnight breeze combing out my honey brown hair as the horse moved.

It was utter tranquility.Until it wasn't.

The carraige came to a sudden stop,our carraige shockingly capsides.The coachman screams.

"Ahhhhhh...!!!!" my mom screeched, whether it was from fear or the fact that her leg had been caught in-between the carraige metal I would never know.Too out of my mind to find out.

Everything was a disaster,my brother Aaron pulling my mother from the harsh metals colliding on either side her leg, my father closing the carraige windows so we could stay protected inside.

'its nothing we'll be fine it's just a wild animal it'll leave soon '

I continue chanting to myself admist the whole chaos, not moving to do anything and frozen in fear, it wasn't my fault.I was only twelve years old. I was scared,too scared to notice the growls coming from outside ,too shaken to see my father noticed what I couldn't, took out his gun in the carraige and aimed.I was too scared to tell him to stop.

I didn't notice all that was going on until I was pulled out of my frozen state.A monstrous roar that couldn't possibly a normal animals was heard clearly.Misfortune had really come to wish me it's own twisted form of a happy birthday as the carraige door was torn open.

And all hell broke loose.