LOST

Three

Tuesday 9th November
11:46am
London

Haydee

I silently prayed to god hoping he'd just turn around and go away.

He pushed me against the man and he was more than happy about it. I could feel it.

The last time he had a knife against me was when he craved his initals into me.

He lifted my shirt up slightly and roamed his hands around my front.

"P-please stop sir." I whimpered trying to move away. "Shut up bitch!" He yelled jabbing the knife into my abdomen then pulled it back out.

"Liam drop her." he demanded and the man that I now know as Liam, complied.

I dropped to my knees with one hand on the ground and the other trying to stop myself from bleeding out.

The blood splattered out soaking my clothes.

"Fucking whore got the floor dirty." I don't know who said that but I heard it.

I heard footsteps growing farther away and a door shutting. Laughter suddenly erupted from the other room. They find my misery amusing.

I wasn't going to let myself die like this. I had to do something.

With all the mighty strength I had, I dragged myself out of the kitchen leaving a trail of blood behind me.

I grunted sliding on the floor with one hand. I was loosing a lot of blood.

I managed to make it to the front door and tried my best to open it but I couldn't do it.

You're not dying like this Haydee. Get up! You can't die like this you haven't even had a chance to live yet!

A rush of adrenaline suddenly took over me and i opened the door and smiled at my small victory. I pulled myself up by the door handle and limped outside.

I walked out of the garden and to the road. I felt weak again but I saw a car coming from a distance.

This is your only chance Haydee so take it!

That's right. This is my only chance.

I ran infront do the road, waving my hand up in the air ignoring my bleeding abdomen. The car came into a halt.

I started feeling dizzy and tired.

"SHIT LOOK AT WHAT SHES DOING! ROSE WE NEED TO GO!"

And then everything went black..

12:25pm
3rd pov

The man driving got out of the car fearfully as his wife let out a scream from the passenger seat.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE! SHES BLEEDING SO MUCH!" he yelled to his wife who was now shaking in her seat but still complied.

The neighbourhood heard the commotion and the people passing by all surrounded the poor girl and the strangers.

The man hurriedly took his wife's scarf from her and went to press it onto Haydees stab wound trying to stop the bleeding as best as he could.

Soon enough, the ambulance arrived along with the police and advised everyone to step away as they took the girl onto the stretcher.

"Do you know the victim sir?" One of the officers asked the man and women. "No officer, we were just driving to visit some family and she ran infront of the car waving her arms about." the man explained feeling sorry for the poor girl. "I don't know where she came from but she was at the side of the road!"

The ambulance went off and away with its siren on while the police took a statement.

"Thank you sir we will find out what happened."

At the hospital
12:45pm

"We have a patient ,female, looking around 10 or 11 with a stab wound on her abdomen. She lost a lot of blood we need an immediate blood transfer B positive." the nurses ordered eachother.

An oxygen mask was placed on her face as the nurses treated her.

"We need to stitch up her wound and treat her other infected wounds. She looks very dehydrated we need to put some liquid in."

As the nurses attached many wires to little Haydee, her mother, Rose and Andrew were busy packing their bags to leave the country.

They didn't want to get caught but this wouldn't be the last time the girl would be seeing them or feeling their torture..

"Come on miss you got to stay with us okay? You have to wake up." the nurse spoke to an unconscious Haydee.

After all she's been through, one stab wound would have ended her if she didn't want to live so bad.