Fighting For Life

| Chapter One |

I think he used a gun, I remember my ears ringing, or maybe mother dropped something. I know I used a mirror shard to defend myself, not much good it did. It's not very clear to me, it happened so fast.

The door breaking in, my mother screaming, my father yelling at me to run. Then ringing. I was attacked after that, thrown into a wall, no a door. It opened and I fell to the floor. The man ripped the mirror off of the wall and through it onto me, shards flew across the room and some clung to my skin. That was when I grabbed a piece and dug it into his leg.

As time passes it gets harder to remember, it was only a couple hours ago but it felt like years to me. All the pain, the hatred and the desperation to get out of the house. I remember tasting something salty, tears most likely, maybe blood. I try to remember though, in case I'm ever found. I'm trying to count how many hours I've been in here. In this cold, dark room. Heck for all I know it's been  a day.

"Get up" I feel the cold gun barrel against my head, pinching my skin and pulling my hair. I stand up immediately and wipe my hands on my pants. I was in need of knew clothes and he knew that. "Lunch is ready" he walks me over to the door and unlocks it, keeping the gun pointed at my head. We walk through and into another room were a small table is served. My body is flung over to the table and my knee hits the sit.

"H-how long have I been ... here?" I stutter. He lowers his gun and turns to the door. Glass hits his back and he turns in rage. I push the food off of the plate and send the plate flying towards his chest. The plate breaks and falls to the ground.

"I thought you would have learnt!" He yells at me and jams the gun into his back pocket. I walk towards him and bunch my hands into fists. He grabs my hair and swings me around, my head slamming into the wall. "But you obviously haven't" he yells angrily and punches me repeatedly. My body topples to the floor and I curl into a ball. I'm kicked through the door and back into the small room where I was once before. I look up with pleading eyes before my head is slammed to the ground. Darkness washes over my body. A feeling I was no longer fighting.

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"Leah, run. Run right now. Don't look back!" I hear my father yelling. My legs move before I even realise and I'm sprinting up the stairs. I hear a loud bang and then ringing, lots of ringing.

My eyes shoot open, my hands move around feeling my whereabouts, I can feel my face warm and sweaty, hair clinging to my forehead. I stand up and glance in the broken mirror. I winced at the view, bruises around my eyes, cut lips, dirt over my body. My skin had always been pale, however now it was stained with dirt. My hair used to be blonde and silky and only after a couple hours I could hardly run my fingers through it. I pulled back my hair noticing what I thought was sweat was actually blood. I turned the tap and washed my hands, splashing the cold water over my face, blood ran down my face and onto my already stained shirt. I noticed a had no shoes, probably so I wouldn't run away.

"Are you ready to eat now?" I turn to the door. Waiting for it to open.

"Yes" I reply quietly and walk towards the door. The knob turns and the door is pushed towards me. It's a different man this time. "What's your name?"

"Burt. Burt Coleman. Yours?" His body stiffens, realising that if I ever escape I have his full name. I smile noticing his mistake.

"Leah-Elisabeth Johnson. But my friends call me Leah" I walk a little faster. I notice this man, Burt, doesn't have a gun. I think of a plan.

"Well Leah. Lunch is on the table"

"I said my friends call me Leah. But to you I'm Leah Elisabeth" I say with a slight tone of sarcasm. He grabs my shoulder and pushes me against the wall. His eyes lock onto my lips and he leans forward. My knee connects with his groin, he steps back immediately and grabs where I kneed him. I make a run for the door and slam it shut behind me. I look down the hall to my left and run straight ahead. My head connects with someone's fist and my body falls to the floor.

"You never learn do you, Leah Elisabeth" I hear familiar voice. I look up, my right eye bruised to the point where I can't open it. I hear a click and a second guy walks out behind me holding a knife.

"How, how many are there?" I ask turning to face the man with the knife.

"How many what?"

"Of you. How many are there, of you?" I ask again. Not stuttering this time. My hair is ripped from my scalp and I wince.

"There are five of us" the man with the knife grins, his teeth were white and straight, he was most likely rich. The other guy holding my hair had yellow teeth, disgusting, holes and mould over every single tooth.

"I'm Kye, this young man with the knife is Christopher, you've met Burt. You haven't met Madison yet, she's your maid and lastly we have our leader, the man that kidnapped you and killed your parents, his name is Joshua" this man is smarter than Burt. He doesn't tell me their last names.

Christopher walked closer to me, his grin growing wider with each step. The blade of the knife glinted in the dim lights. Kye slowly lifted my shirt, exposing my pale stomach. Christopher ran the knife up and down my legs, moving closer to my stomach. I prepared myself for what was coming, pain, death. Whatever else the blade had up its sleeve. The blade slammed forward through the air with an accurate plunge into my abdomen.

The world turned sideways as I heard the nauseating sound of steel piercing flesh. I looked up terrified and confused about what had just happened to me, I hadn't been as ready for death as I thought.

Christopher retracted the blood soaked blade and ran in fear. Fear of what? His employer? Of his deeds? Of his sanity? It didn't matter, he was gone now, leaving me in an ever stretching pool of blood. I looked around the room, searching desperately for something to stop the bleeding.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, not like this. In every movie, every book I had ever watched or read people didn't just die. They stuck around, even if it was for the shortest of time.

I closed my eyes as a tear trickled down my cheek, followed by another. I clutch the wound trying to block the blood.

"That should teach you not to run" Kye smiled. "But don't worry, his missed your vitals"

A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't very good. There are probably a lot of mistakes and I apologise greatly. I've had this idea for a while and I've finally thought about writing it so yeah. I'm working on Chapter 2 now and it should be published sometime this week. Thank you. :)