Broken

3: Painted Red

⚠️WARNING: THERE IS SOME GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE IN THIS PART. Enjoy😊

Quote: Sometimes the right path isn't the easiest.

I'm eleven years old. I read my book, left to right, left to right. The sun's warmth spreads across me. A small breeze blows, big enough to make the trees dance. I move my bare feet in the cool grass. I glance over, my father and sister playing catch.
"Okay, daddy!" My nine year old sister beams. She spreads her hands out as my dad throws the ball to her,.
"Jordyn," my dad says, "are you sure you don't want to play with us?"
I sigh as I put my book down and walk towards them. We form a triangle shape, and my sister passes the ball to me. I catch the ball, barely, and pause before I throw, "I'm telling you right now that I suck at throwing, so don't laugh, okay?"
My dad smiles, "We promise."
I throw the ball as hard as I can towards my dad. The ball misses and lands on the street. I smile sheepishly as my dad runs to it.
"That sucked." My sister turns to me.
"I told you not laugh!" I exclaim.
"I'm not laughing, mmkay?" My sister grins.
Before I can reply, I hear a loud crash, then a thump. I turn to where I heard the sound, it was where my dad was. My dad lays on the hood of a car. I squeeze my eyes shut. I turn away from the sobs from my sister, the tears running down my cheeks, and the blood.

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I open my eyes with the memory fresh in my mind. But I manage to push it away just enough to focus the problem I have now; where am I. I scan the room, it's all white. White walls, white ceiling, white door, which is probably locked. Even my clothing- wait, not exactly. These clothes I'm wearing would've been completely white if it weren't for the heavy blood stains on them. Then I finally remember, that I've been shot. Slowly, I push myself to a sitting position, leaning against the wall for support. I stare at the meaty part above my left armpit. Then my glance drags towards my right thigh. I groan, it's too much blood, too much pain. I bite my lip, thinking what I can wrap tightly around my wounds. My socks. Slowly and carefully, I take off my shoes, than my socks. I take a deep breathe, bracing myself for more pain, then tie the sock around my shoulder first. A new pain rips through my shoulder. Then I move to my thigh. Luckily, I have a narrow body. Soon, after I finish wrapping my wounds, I meet unconsciousness again, and greet it like a friend.

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I wake again, this time with my head buried into my knees. The pain from my shoulder and thigh spread around my body. It hurts. But I know that I can't just keep on passing out in this room, I'll starve to death. So I decide that I should try to get to my feet. I lean against the wall for support as I get up, trying to ignore the constant throbbing. Once I'm on my feet, I notice a pool of blood on the floor. Red and white, that's all this room is. I ignore it, and try to take my first step. A sudden rush of more pain rushes through my leg. The next thing I know is that I'm back on the ground. Grunting, I push myself back up again. I try a couple of more times, but with the same result. I give up and lean against the wall in a sitting position. I stare around the room. I notice something else that I haven't noticed before; there's a window. On the other side is a white wall too, but it's a start. Since my hands are still sticky from the blood, I use that to help me drag myself across the room. I finally get to the other side of the room, and push myself up. I stare out the window, nobody else is there. I stick both hands on the window and sigh.

I stay there for about ten minutes before I feel hopeless. I take both hands of the window, leaving red handprints on the window; that's what gives me an idea. I couch down on the floor and dip my hand in some blood. I take my hand and write, Help me: I'm trapped. I sit back down on the floor and wait.

Sorry this part wasn't very eventful. I really enjoyed writing this part though... I don't really have much to say, sorry ;)
Thanks for reading and hope you're enjoying it so far,

Tara <3