Never Been Found

The Bloody Details

I felt the jolt of the chain and all I heard was hard thump. This is just the beginning of my evening death match with a psychopath. I opened my eyes to see him, the blood still pooling on my waterline of my eye, already beginning to stand. For a small gash on my forehead it's bleeding quite a lot. But that doesn't matter. What matters is my kidnapper was already off the ground. Holding the chunk of skin missing on his head. On the left side of his head I left torn up, rugged skin and tissue exposed. The chain hit hard and deep. His head gushing blood, I never thought hurting someone would bring me such pleasure. I smiled as he pulled his hand away from his face. Blood clots sticking from his cheek to his hand. He growls at me, sounding dark and morbid. Flicking the clotting blood onto the ground. I freeze. I can't move or think of what to do next. I'm drawing a blank and that's the worst thing I could have done in this situation. I don't know how to take this. I hurt someone and I'm okay with it somethings wrong. I was torn out of my thoughts as he screamed out to the sky.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Was all I heard before he sprinted at me. I didn't know what to do. So I dropped. I curled into a ball on the plush grass hoping to save me just a bit more than him tackling me would. Yet, as they say it no mercy. He ran up but only enough to get his blood covered chain. Before I knew it my body was being dragged across his yard. This would be a bit better if I didn't have the chain on my neck. After a good thirty seconds of him dragging me I could no longer breath. I did the only thing I could and reached for the chain. It was hard to see, it's like a black orb was overtaking my eyes, making it hard to see. Thankfully after a minute of fumbling around I got ahold of the chain, as I exhaled as much as I could pulling myself closer to his side of the cold tainted metal. As soon as my muscles pushed passed their normal strength and fought the speed and pullback of the ground running under my being, I took a deep breath as I held steady onto the chain. The orbs in my eyes were still there. Everything was a dark color, I couldn't see right. Everything was moving in ways they shouldn't. I came to a stop, no longer feeling stones and grass dragging underneath me.

"How dare you?" He growled, I stood quickly not wanting to be dragged in his house.

"I-I don't know." I couldn't help but think about how I'm going to get out of here now.

~End Of Flashback~

I never liked this part of the story. He was so rude to me. He took me back into his house, threw me back into the basement and I was stuck yet again. The he beat me, he stitched up his face as I sat in a corner. Looking at my blood still dripping down the stomach of the statue. I couldn't stand him anymore. I needed to. I-I needed to kill him. Or.... I would die trying. My mom clearly had to be worried about me so I tried to do my best to make it home. Yet, who knew this would be the last time my mother would cross my mind.

~Flashback~

I sat in the corner cowering from him. Bruises began settling on my skin. My neck being the worst. Thankfully he took the chain off but I still felt constrained.

"You're an idiot." He muttered as he tied a stitch, the knot tightening to his skin.

"I...." I didn't say anything. I needed to plan. He needed to be shown that this is not okay. I stood slowly from the corner as he continued to push the thread through his skin. I did my best to stay quiet. All I could think is, all I need to do is get up the stairs. Grab a knife from the kitchen. And end this mess. It'll be over. I can go home and he can't do this to anyone else.

"Hmmmm." He hummed thankfully the mirror was small and he was faced away from me. He couldn't see me if I make a run for it. I'd be able to dart upstairs. It's. It's just getting myself to do it. Making that step to run.

"One." I whispered.
"Two." I continued.
"T-Three." I counted and ran. I got halfway up before I heard him drop the mirror. I got to the top of the stairs and closed the door. Knowing it wouldn't hold him for long I ran over and grabbed a knife. Hiding on the side of the door frame. Waiting for him to burst threw at any minute.

"You have got to be kidding me. That's it." He muttered as I heard his shoes hitting the cement stairs. I gulp, wiping away some sweat on my forehead. Returning my hand to the knife immediately after. I was ready. I was going to do it. It was his turn to go. I'm done getting hurt.

"I'll see you soon mom." Was all I said as he burst through the door. I turned to face him and jabbed my arms forward. But, he was fine. His hand gripped my wrist holding the knife inches away from his form. He let go slowly and kicked at my stomach. The knife was still in my hand as I flung back, hitting my back off the counter.

"You had your chance to live Zara." He muttered. "You ruined that for yourself."

After he said this I didn't know what to think. I need to try to get rid of him but I'm petrified to try. I have to. I have to.

"I have to." I charged at him once more trying to stab him but it didn't happen. He spun me around, while doing so he twisted my wrist and jammed my hand forward. Plunging the knife into my chest. I could feel the warmth seeping into my shirt slowly. I was waiting to fall but he didn't let go of me.

"It's 11:59 Zara.... Happy birthday." That was the last thing I heard before I looked to the clock. As soon as the clock hit 12:00 he twisted the knife and let me fall to the floor. This is it. I was laying in my blood. I could feel a puddle forming underneath my being. Outlining my arms and torso. I saw him laugh and walk away. By 12:01 I was dead. My body still laying there. Lifeless and grey.