Coming Home

My Death Sentence is Spoken

Maybe Quinn being around was affecting this, but maybe it wasn't. Either way it didn't matter, because neither of us could stop it. Fleek had gotten rougher and meaner on me, and it seemed me only. He never touched Quinn, but that might have been because he was polite and couldn't hit a girl. Not that that mattered either, Fleek had me cornered. Again.

I was actually dodging his hits? What? This was new to me, it was like he wasn't trying, but that seemed impossible, maybe I had just gotten faster. I ducked to the right and scrambled away, "Go away!" I screamed and chucked a pencil, which totally just bounced off his forehead, great. So I did what any normal person would do, and threw another pencil "Get out of my room!" I screamed as I threw a third. Which bounced off his chest. He. Looked. Pissed.

He lunged at me and grabbed my hair, slamming me backward into the wall. My back was already bruised from other sessions like this, so I winced, hard. "L- let me go" I said quietly and looked up at him. He didn't and instead have a hard yank to my hair. "I can't. You have to toughen up. That's why I'm not holding your wrists." He whispered harshly in my ear. What was he trying to tell me, the sound of his voice made it seemed like he was trying to help me. So I gave it a shot, slamming my fist into the side of his head. Two things happened, one, FLEEK'S HEAD IS HARD, OW!! Two, he fought back and kneed my stomach.

I groaned loudly and then grabbed his shirt and pulled him down, biting hard into his shoulder. He yelped in surprise, which is reasonable, I have cat like teeth, sharp and painful. That made him mad though and he kneed my side again. Making me fall to my knees and holding my sides, he growled and kicked me in the side. "Get up" I said angrily. I shook my head and didn't look up "Leave me alone" I whispered back. He didn't though, instead he kicked me in the head harder than anyone ever has.

I fell to the floor and my vision went black. I guess Fleek left cause I woke up alone. It was around noon when I finally sat up. Almost screaming in pain from my ribs, if they hadn't been broken before my forth attack, then they were definitely broken now. I rubbed my head gently with my hand, it was throbbing madly, but then again when wasn't. I heard people talking in the next room and crawled to my door. Listening quietly to the voices.

"He turns Fourteen on Thursday and he still doesn't have any kind of meanness in him!" Chris, our leader, said angrily. I heard Fleek's voice next, quieter and almost... pleading. "He needs a little more time, he's gotten better! He hit back! He even bit m-" Chris cut him off. "It doesn't matter, the law we leave by is they have until they are Fourteen to become one of us before they are executed." He said angrily. I heard Fleek start to protest but fail again, "Fleek, it's done. He's dead, and if you don't want to be next then you have to be the one to kill him." Chris stated bluntly.

I was dead. That was it. That was my end. I had stood up to get closer, but now I went back in my room and closed the door. Sliding down it and sobbing, covering my mouth with my hand. The one I loved was going to kill me, tomorrow. My birthday was tomorrow. I sobbed more, this can't be happening, I still had things I needed to do in my life. Some say need as in they really want it. But when I say need, I mean need. I needed to see my family again, that's all I wanted. Jago, Alyssa, Nat and Nida, I hadn't thought about them in so long. But thinking about them now made me sob even harder. I was going to die and I was never going to see them again.

I continued sobbing, taking gasping breaths, I was having a panic attack. If you couldn't already tell, I have a fear of death. I heard a knock at my door and flinched hard. "W-who is i-it?" I called, trying to make my voice sound normal but it was impossible. "It's Quinn..." Quinn said softly. I didn't have anyone to talk to, and we have grown to been friends. I practically leaped from my spot and opened the door, clinging to Quinn and sobbing into her shoulder.

Quinn was stunned, she hasn't seen him like this before. She slowly wrapped her arms around him "what's wrong?" She asked quietly. I sobbed more and took a panicked breath "F-F-Fleek's g-going to k-kill me." I said quickly "H-he's going to k-kill me." I repeated. Quinn held me tighter and brought me over to my bed. Closing the door behind me. She tried to calm me down, but that was impossible. I was dying, today. Sometime today my life was to end, and I had no chance of stopping it. Even though it was seven a.m, I felt like it was midnight. Quinn had given up on trying to calm me down with her talking, but she did continue hugging me.