To Heal is to Feel

Bloody Forever

A big dude with a bloody ripped spear smiles down at my fallen form. He doesn't speak, but he doesn't need to, I know what's going through his mind as of now.

"You'll be my first little kill, girl." He cackles, I stand to my feet immediately. As he lifts his head to the back and laughs evilly, I take the distraction and smash an arrow into his knees.

Making him smaller, more my view point, will make it easier to kill him. He falls to his bloody knees , I take a breather as that was a lot of strength used.

I dislike having to kill big people. It takes up more energy. I prefer-

I hear a yelp leave my throat as something wet stings my cheekbones. Falling to the ground, I realize that the grown ass man just bitch slapped me, and it hurt like a just made pancake.

"Little girl little girl, little girl thinks she can be grown..." he repeats the words in a songy tune. He crawls on top of me.

This makes my heart beat faster than it usually does. Because I know this position. I know why men do this.

He almost cuts my airway as he isn't shy to give me all his weight.

I groan, letting him grab my face and bring it closer to his. I let this happen, I let him be distracted by myself.

I let this happen so my hand can stretch painfully towards my boots. I feel the familiar cool, metal touch my fingertips and I immediately grip onto it.

Although, as his fingers press themselves onto the cheekbones he hurt and his other free ones open my closed shut lips, I let out a little sob.

I almost can feel his breath when I decide that that's enough. Letting my legs stretch out to use them as if I was trying to kick free.

He looks back at them, grabbing one painfully tight, I bring my knife up and , in almost a lightning speed, swipe it across the guys airway.

I almost think I missed my shot, almost. Something bright red covers my eyes and a block falls onto my head.

It's pitch black and I know the guys body went limp. Squirming my way out of his mountain body, I bring myself to my knees, my hands coming up to my squinted eyes lids and rubbing them clean.

As clean as they'll never be.

Snap- Something makes noise from behind me. Even though I'm mentally shaking with ocean waves, I act as if I didn't hear there obviously, loud steps.

I bring my hands up and comb my fingers through the guys hair, my other reaching for my gun in my belt.

I hum. A hum that is new to everyone's ears. Something that will buy me enough time to- quickly- I whirl around.

As I bring my hand up I make sure to click the safety off. And with no hesitation, I pull the trigger as soon as I catch a glimpse of the persons head area.

Some thing- someone makes a very loud scream before I feel something weigh down on my feet. I look down, a woman's head digging between the space of my feet , limply.

I kick the head away from me. I watch it with a glazed expression as it lands on the dudes ugly belly.

I turn around and bring my attention to the current chaos. There was no time to relieve what had just happened.

I run in a hunched stance down the side walk. Mentally scolding myself or not using the backyards for more coverage.

I kid not, I feel another presence trying to to sneak up on me . Pulling my gun towards my chest, I spin around,raising my gun towards the persons head.