Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

Ava Taylor

I don't remember much before that day. I don't even remember what town i am from. I know that my name is Ava Taylor. When I was young, something terrible happened to me. When these people came, I can remember all of the blood all over the walls. I can remember these men, dressed in black, coming into our house and tying us up. They put tape over our mouths so that we couldn't scream. They looked at my dad and then at me as if they were deciding who to kill first. I guess my dad drew the short straw on that one. My dad begged them to take anything they wanted as long as they would let us go. They told him that they didn't want anything. They just enjoyed to kill. They said it didn't even matter who they killed, they just liked to kill people. Then they took a knife and started to cut him. He died slowly and painfully. When they had finished, my father was not even recognizable anymore. They had skinned him alive and then cut of all of his extremities. I am pretty sure he had died before then, but there is no way to be sure. The last thing they did to him was cut off his head. They scattered his remains all around the house. Then they turned to me. They said that they were going to take me to their house so they could continue the fun there. Then they cut my wrist to get enough of my blood the mix in with my dads so it looked like I died too. Then they took me into their car and drove off.

I tried to fight them off but I couldn't. They were to strong and I was in shock. I tried so hard to escape but it was no use. Now I live my life trapped underground, beaten, tortured knowing that I will never be able to escape. Why were these people doing this to us? What did we ever do to them? I don't understand.

The last thing I remember is him. I remember his smile. I remember his laugh and his cry. Most of all I remember his hand holding mine as if he would always protect me. He always told me that everything would be okay, and I always believed him.
When things get really bad in here, I concentrate really hard on his hand. If I concentrated hard enough, I could actually feel him grab my hand, the same way he used to. I imagine his hand staying in mine until I slip out of consciousness.

I don't blame him for what happened and I hope he doesn't either. There was nothing he could do to stop it. These people are purely evil and if not us they would have done this to someone else. They kill because they like to see life slip away from the bodies of their victims. They have no pattern or reason for what they are doing. He couldn't have protected me from this.

As I was listening to the creaking sound of footsteps above me, I hear the door shut. I could faintly hear the car door shut and the car drive away. It was now or never. I had to escape. There may not be another chance. I used the wall to stand up and I stumble toward the hatch. I feel like I can barely stand and yet i have to try to run. I slowly open the hatch, cautiously looking for someone to be there. Then I pull myself up. That alone took most of my strength. I need to get out of here, so I pick myself up and head for the door. Just before I open the door, by some miracle, I see a cell phone. I grabbed it and started to run.

I must have only gotten a few miles away when they realized I was gone. I can hear them looking for me. I am so tired and there seems to be no way out. I just need some rest. There is some distance between me and them so I could rest for a little while. I sit down and listen to see if they are getting close. I can hear shots from their guns. They are probably trying to scare me. Then I heard a car a car pass by. The hope of having a road near by, forced me to my feet. I stumbled up the slope to the road to see that there was no other car for miles in either direction. I saw a sign that said " In an emergency call 911..." so I opened the phone and called.

"911, What is your emergency?"
"I need help...please... Men are chasing me with guns... Please help... They are going to kill me!"
"Can you tell me where you are?"
"Um... I don't know. .. There are trees trees phone and a closed store."
"Okay, can you tell what store it is?"
" The sign says Miller's Market."
"Okay, please stay on the line. I am sending the police to your location."
"Please hurry... They aren't far behind me..."

I can hear them getting closer to me. They are just at the edge of the trees. I can see the flares from their guns as the shoot them into the air. They spotted me. I dropped the phone, frozen with fear. This is going to be the end. They co e running full force and i can barely walk. They tackled me and started beating me with their fists and feet and the end of their guns. One of them had a bat which they hit me with. All I could do was lay there and take it. When they had gotten all their anger out, the lead guy pulled out his gun and shot me. It was excruciatingly painful. He told me that he was going to leave me like that so I could die slowly.

Between the pain, blood loss, and freezing temperature, I thought I was going to die. I try to crawl my way back to the phone I had dropped, hoping that, by some miracle, he didn't see it. It took all the energy i had to move a couple of inches. There was no way I would make it back to the phone. I was ready to let go of all hope of being saved. As the darkness started to tunnel in and my breath started to get more and more shallow, I could hear the sirens in the distance. Then there was nothing. Nothing but darkness.