Killers

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     Hannah's POV

      I woke up in my room and I was in my bed. I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was ten at night. I stood up and felt a rush of pain through my body. My body felt like it was going to fall apart. I ignored the pain and walked into the hallway. I looked down the stairs to see my mother's lifeless body.

     "You dumb worthless piece of shit.", I yelled at the limp body.

     I decided that I didn't want to be in the house for awhile. I walked back up into my room and grabbed my axe and my bag then ran down stairs. I ran into the woods and this time I wasn't going to stop. I could hear the autumn leaves crunch under my feet while I ran. The air was freezing cold sending chills all over my body and making it hard to breath. I stopped running to catch my breath. I listened to the silence that was  quickly interrupted by the sound of voices. It was too dark to see dark to see far enough to find out who it was, but I could tell it was getting closer and closer.

     I heard some leaves crunch behind me. I turned around to see five guy from the school. They were all obviously drunk.

     "Look it's the pathetic bitch from school.", The guy in the front pointed out.

     "Leave me the fuck alone, you drunk bastards.", I spat at them and turned around and started to walk away.

     "No.", I heard the guy laugh as I was tackled to the ground.

     "What the fuck are you doing.", I yelled struggling to get free from the guys grip.

     "Oh, nothing.", He laughed taking my hoodie off and throwing it into the darkness. The cold air hitting my skin made me gasp thankfully I was wearing a t-shirt under my hoodie.

     "Get the fuck off of me.", I yelled kicking his stomach as hard as I could.

     "You shouldn't have done that.", He said almost yelling. All of his friends came over and pinned me to the ground. The boy started to punch my face. I could taste all the blood in my mouth. I spit at his face making him kick my face.

     "I'm going to fucking kill you.", I yelled at the top of my lungs struggling even more.

     "You can't do anything. You're a weak, worthless piece of shit.", He laughed then kicked my stomach. I struggled even more as I watched him start to unbutton my pants. I felt the warm tears stream down my freezing cold face.

     "Fuck you.", I hissed through my tears.

     "Gladly.", He laughed as he started to grab my pants.

     "Get the fuck off of her.", I heard a voice say from somewhere in the darkness.

     "What, get off this piece of shit.", He laughed getting up then kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I felt more tears stream down my face.

     "Go to sleep.", The voice said this time from behind the boy.

     I saw the boy fall to the ground beside me. The other four boys let go and started to back away. I got up out of pain and anger and started to chase after two of the boys. I took the axe out of my pocket and started to run faster. I felt weak and sick, but I wanted them dead. I caught up to the boys and slit their throat's at the same time.

     "Hush.", I whispered to the two lifeless bodies.

     The other two boys lifeless bodies were laying on the ground behind me. I felt sick to my stomach and ended up falling to the ground. I cried out in pain as my whole body felt like it was going to crumble. I shivered as the freezing wind hit my bare arms and my face.

     "Are you okay?", I heard the voice ask from behind me. 

     I shook my head then turned to see what he look like. I looked up at his face and gave a slight smile. His hair was long and black, his eyes were a blackish blue, and it looked like he cut a smile into his face. He looked beautiful to me. I tried to stand up, but fell back to the ground as pain shot up my entire body.

     The boy walked over to me and held out his hands. I grabbed his hands and he pulled me up. "Thanks.", I said trying to ignore the pain and walked over to my bag.

     "I'm Hannah by the way.", I said trying to keep my mind off of how much I hurt and how sick  felt.

     "I'm Jeff.", He said wiping off his knife onto his white, blood covered hoodie.

     I started to feel sick to my stomach. It was probably caused by being kicked in the stomach quite a few times. My body couldn't take the pain any more and I crumbled back to the ground and I started to throw up a lot of blood. "Fuck.", I heard Jeff say as he started to run over to me. I couldn't move my body, the pain was taking over. I felt Jeff pick me up and start to run. I started to cry into his shoulder.

    I didn't care who he was, I already felt safe around him.