~Time skip to next school day~ *afternoon*
Today, school was hard. But I still had fun with my friends, and I'm happy about that. After school I decided I would walk home, and enjoy the fresh air of the lovely afternoon. As I walked down the street, I looked at some of the trees and bushes, and even the beautiful purple sky. Its a shame that Jonah is coming back home later, Mom will be bringing him home with her. I will be bored out of my mind until he gets home. Walking was so peaceful, except for the light screeching of car tires. The sound was a bit strange, but I brushed it off, this little town was to peaceful to have trouble in it. I continued walking, and the screeching car sounded like it was getting closer, freaking me out a little. Speed walking, I moved as fast as my little legs could take me. Out of no where, a Black truck came rushing past me and came to a screeching halt. The sight of all this made me take off in a run, but sadly I was not fast enough. Two men dressed in black from head to toe jumped out of the truck, and came running after me. Once caught, one of the men put a cloth to my face. Whatever that stuff was, it made me go to sleep. All I remember seeing before my my eyes shut, was one of the men carrying my to the black truck.
My Eyes flutter open and I was blinded by a spotlight above me as I lay where I am. As my eyes adjusted, I reached my hand up to touch my aching forehead. But to my surprise, I couldn't move my harms. Not even my legs for that matter. I was strapped to a cold mettle table by mettle restraints. Once I found out that I couldn't move, I started to thrash in my restraints. But I was stuck in an iron grip, with no means of escape. Looking around the room I'm in, I spot a little tray covered with all kinds of tools and gismos. I look up from the tray and my eyes land on two men dressed as doctors.At that moment, I knew that I NEEDED to get out of here. Thrashing with all my might, it only got the doctors attention. They turned around and one of the doctors caught my full attention. One of the doctors had dark hair with glasses, the rest of his face was covered. He ended his conversation with the other doctor and slowly walked up to me, fear overcame me and I started thrashing again. The doctor with glasses walked up to the mettle table and rummaged through the tray with tools, picking up a syringe filled with a deep blue substance that had a hint of black. I hate needles, and I do NOT want that blue goop in my body. Continuing my thrashing session, the doctor with glasses grabbed my are and rammed the syringe into my arm. Not even caring to be slightly gentle with a twelve year old. As he injected the blue goop into me, a burning sensation flowed up my arm and into my body. The burning was painful and I started to scream, irritating the doctors into putting duck-tape over my mouth. The burning sensation was slow, and it made its way up my spin towards my brain. Once the burning reached my brain, everything went black. there was no more pain, no more talking. Just dead silence.
I heard some faint screams, they sounded horrible. They sounded of men being in extreme pain and terror. The screams where traumatizing. Than it once again became silent. Dead silent.
When I woke up again, the room I was in seemed different. The air smelled different. I moves my limbs to find that the mettle restraints had been opened, so I took the opportunity to sit up. The sight I saw was horrible, at least I found out where the horrible smell came from. Blood was everywhere. Both of the doctors lay dead on the floor in horrible ways. The doctor with the glasses lay still on the floor, all the tools that where on the tray where piercing his body. The other doctor, well.. whats left of the other doctor. Lays in a jumbled mess near the far wall, on the wall is a bloody dent mark. The stench of blood was unbearable, I just wanted to get out of there before I vomited. I was just to traumatized to think straight, I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice the pool of blood that had seeped to where my feet would land. As I jumped off the mettle table, my feet landed in a pool of blood. Making me slip. I fell backwards and smashed the back of my head on the mettle table. Once again, for the third time. I blacked out.
My heavy eyelids opened and I was met with trees, soft warm grass, and the smell of fresh air. As I sat up, my head started throbbing. I force myself to my feet and look at my surroundings. I'm in the park near my home.
"H-how did I get here?" I ask out loud, not caring if anyone heard me.
I heard faint giggling of a woman, I look around me and find no one here. I've had enough of all these terrifying things, so I ran home as fast as my tired little legs can take me. Once there, I run inside and run up stairs to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, and gasp at what I see. My hair is tattered with blood, my blood and the blood of the doctors. As a matter of fact, I'm covered in blood from head to toe. I turn on the shower and put it to a good temperature, I strip my cloths off and throw them in the laundry hamper. In the shower, I scrub all the blood off my body and out of my hair. I try to scrub out all the terrifying things that have happened, but it doesn't go away, the giggling comes back. The giggling is in my head, and it wont stop.
I changed into new cloths and re-entered the hall, and hear the front door open and close. I run down the stairs, the first person I see is mom. She is in the kitchen putting away food from the store. Tears rim my eyes and I run towards her, throwing a hug around her from the back as she puts stuff away. I sob in to her back and hug her tight. Mom stops moving, she doesn't respond in any way. She just stands there, doing nothing.
"M-mommy? A-are you okay?" I sob, pulling away from her to see whats wrong. No response.
"M-mommy?" I ask in a sob. She slowly turns around, showing a kitchen knife in her throat. She coughs up blood and falls to the floor, dead. I scream my lunges out, and hear running come towards me from behind. It was Jonah, he had came home with mom today. Jonah reaches me and protectively pulls me behind him, and inspects what I was screaming about. He gasps, turning to me in a crouching position.
"Ema! What happened?" He asks in shock.
"I Don't Know!" I bury my face into his chest sobbing.
"Its okay Ema, It'll all be okay." He coos, pulling me into a strong embrace while stroking my hair to calm me down.
After a few seconds, Jonah stops stroking my hair. His embrace becomes loose, he too stops all actions and becomes still. I easily pull away from him, and what I see will haunt my for the rest of my life. Jonahs eyes where rolled to the back of his head, those soft blue eyes that held all the love he had for me no longer show. His ears where gushing out blood, the ears that would always listen out for me to make sure I was safe no longer hear my cries. Jonah doped to the floor, dead silent. I let out a hair raising scream. Just then a car pulled into the driveway, dads car. I guess dad heard me scream, because he came inside in a matter of seconds, running up to me, the last mistake he will ever make. The moment he was a foot away from me, he dropped to his knees grabbing his head in pain. Dad started screaming bloody murder as blood started gushing out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. In seconds he is on the floor dead. I'm trembling in fear and trauma, those who I truly held dear to be have been slaughtered right before my eyes. All I can do at this point is sob my eyes out. I crawl over to my brothers lifeless body, and cup his cheek.
"P-please! don't leave me!" I sob, cuddling up to him, shielding his arms around me.
"Don't worry my little angel." says a sweet woman voice, the same voice that made the giggles. "N-now I'm all you have!" The woman starts to laugh like a madman
I just continue sobbing in my brothers arms, the arms that once comforted me in the bad times, the arms that protected me and loved me. But now they are lifeless and emotionless, and now I have to fend for my self. The woman stops her laughing episode and returns to her soft and gentle voice.
"Oh you poor baby." she coos. "Don't worry, I will protect you." She again starts her heartless laughing, It echos in my mind. The place where she has taken refuge.
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I try to keep the tears from flowing as I continue running through the woods, trying to keep the memory back. After that day, I had been on the run for six years. Trying to survive away from people, only going into public for supplies. Keeping my distance so that they don't get hurt. But it doesn't last long, because if I don't attract someone for her to use as entertainment..... Lets just say that she has her ways.
