WW360: The Mage Times

"Run Bitch!"

Serry POV

"HURRY UP AND PICK UP MORE BAGS" I screamed, worried.
Iven ran to me with multiple bags of supplies and items.
I ripped left over cloth and bags to make somewhat of a backpack.
I tossed one to Iven and we split the items.
I pulled out my sword, running out the door and jumping up to the surface.
I had to pull Iven up, I didn't bother insulting him for his baby-ish actions, I was too worried.
I kept running; only turning my head to see if Iven was still behind me.
I kept going.
Unstoppable.
I arrived at my house.
"NO!" I shouted in disbelief, "NO!".
I dropped my bags.
"Fuck..." I dug my hands into a curl, denting my palms with my nails.
I walked down to the entrance.
"FUCK!" Is all I could say.
I kicked the door, having it fall, it was already shot down.
I immediately regretted my decision.
Everything trashed.
In the middle of the floor.
Those bodies in the middle of that god damn mother fucking floor.
I just started to scream.
No.
No.
Fuck.
No.
Out of all the people.
They killed my fucking parents.
Why the fuck did I have to be so damn nice and help those travelers.
Why did we even have to go to the market.
Why did I even have to give those supplies to the men with....
Iven.
"It's your fucking fault..." I growled, pinning Iven to the wall.
"YOU DID THIS YOU FUCK FACE! IT'S YOUR FAULT!"I screamed.
I shoved him to the ground. Walking to my room, packing my stuff. I can't be here anymore, those men could come back and see if there are more survivors. Like me.
I headed out the door.
"Where are you going" Iven sounded so crushed.
I sighed.
"Grab your things, we are leaving."
I would care less if he would stay but the kid couldn't survive a sleepover.
Iven returned, using the suitcase he came with.
"Come on ass butt..."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."