Belle’s POV
I breakdown.
Like a wall, I come tumbling down to a million pieces shattered there on the ground for all to see. I hug myself into a tight little ball and sob; even when I know that they are hovering right above me, I continue to sob. I don’t stop until 30 seconds later when I hear inappropriate chuckling.
Are they…laughing?
“This job just gets easier and easier. Next thing you know they’ll be coming to us.” One big man with a deep gruff voice sneers maliciously.
“Tell you what…” The other man pokes me with something very hard to grab my attention.
I quiet down my sobbing and poke my head out from the protection of my lap, just in time to catch a glimpse of what the man was poking me with.
A gun…
“Listen.” The man with the gun glares at me.
I wish I could tell you more about him, but my focus is not really on the man. No, my focus is on the gun that is being pointed straight at me and the finger on the trigger. So you see, I have bigger problems on my mind than worrying about how to describe the mean-iness of a bunch of ugly meanies.
I nod my head accordingly to whatever it is he mumbled-giving him the signal to continue on.
“We’re going to play a game with you. It’s a fun game. You must know it. It’s called Tag.”
“T-tag?” I stutter uncontrollably, partly due to fear and partly because I am confused. If these guys are so bad, then why do they want to play a game with me? It just doesn’t make sense.
A game?
“HEY! I’m talking here! Now listen to me!” The man growls and shoves the gun into my forehead, and though I tried to help it-I let out a terrified squeal, giving them the satisfaction.
“Now here’s how you play…”
Play? I know how to play. Who doesn’t know how to play? It’s tag.
“We’ll give you a head start and you run. You have until dark. If we find you before then, you’re going to come with us whether you like it or not. But if it’s nighttime and we still haven’t found you, you’re free. Understand?” The other man explains in a mockingly gentle voice, as if I was too stupid of a child to know how to play.
(silence)
“Do you understand?” the man with the gun hits the top of my head with his gun and instead of answering his question I groan in pain, and accidentally leak out a few tears.
“Hey don’t bruise the kid. The boss won’t like that.” The other man grabs the gun away from him and in my head I can’t thank him enough.
“Humph. You have 5 minutes…Run.” Their two large hovering bodies stare down at my weak frail body displayed out on the grass, and yet again I am too terrified to move.
“Go.”
The sound of a gun shoot blares in my ears. The bullet passes by me, just inches from my face, and hits a nearby tree branch that no seconds later comes crashing down at the mercy of gravity.
This time my legs decide to move, even before my brain has a say in it. In the next moment, I jump to my feet and race down the hill and ignore any sounds that dare to venture out of their two mouths. This is no matter to laugh about, yet they continue to do so anyway. How dare they! This is no game. My life is on the line…
I head towards the forest of trees about half a mile away.
The only thing that keeps me going is the same thought that I can’t seem to shake out of my mind:
RUN.
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Teen FictionLife is never perfect, that is something everyone learns. A certain little girl's life has lead her to believe that life is otherwise. This could be because her life is perfect and it stays that way for years, until the worst happens. In other words...
