Jasmines Story

Chapter 10

The room was dark, cold. One light was hanging from the ceiling, swinging back and forth, illuminating the room. There were a couple windows but they were towards the top of the walls. Jasmine felt dizzy and had a headache. She was in a chair tied with rope. Her hands were tied around the back, her feet the same. Her mouth felt a rag in it. She felt a very bad feeling on her back. The pain felt worse when she started to realize what was going on. She got the rag out of her mouth she managed a faint

"Hello?" Jasmine said hoping for an answer. Just then she heard foot steps coming towards her.

"Hello, Jasmine." A mysterious voice said.

"Ok I really appreciate you finding me, but can you untie me please, that would be great." The voice laughed with a raspy sound.

"That's very funny Jasmine. But I'm not here to help you." The mysterious voice stepped into the light revealing Jasmine's stepmother.

"Oh it's you." Jasmine said with hatred in her voice.Her stepmother walked closer. A knife was clasped in her hands.

"Yes it's always been me."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother" Jasmine gasped.

"It was YOU!"

"Oh you poor little thing. You'll never understand will you?" Her stepmother shook her head back and forth.

"You see your mother was a very young women when she died. You were about 10 months old. " Jasmine started crying.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?!?!"

"It was my job. I'm apart of this 'society', as you hipsters would call it. They sent me to kill your mother. Luanne Smith. She was a very pretty lady. I studied her for a couple weeks following her around. As I was studying her I fell in love with her husband. The night I killed her, I took her in the middle of her slumber and tied her up like you are now. Shot her right in the head in this very room. Your father was very lonely for 6 years. I went to comfort him and he fell in love with me.  *pause* So I've been thinking about what you said to me earlier today. I didn't like it. I think now would be the perfect time to pay. " with that her stepmother took the knife and stuck it in Jasmines leg just above her knee. She took it out looking at the blood drip off of the knife. The gash in Jasmine's leg was oozing blood. She was crying out of control. She heard the door bell go off upstairs.

"Must be your father. I have to go kill him now. I'll be right back. I promise." Jasmine's stepmother walked away out of the light. She dropped the knife just so you could barely see it in the light. Jasmine heard a door open, and then close. Jasmine rocked back and forth trying to fall over. She fell over after multiple rocks and started scooting towards the knife with her feet. She got to the knife and picked it up with her tied together hands and started rubbing it back and forth against the rope. The rope broke and her hands were free. She bent down and broke the rope that held her feet together. She got up looking around for a bandage of some sort. She found a tan wrap. It looked like it was about 20 years old. She realized she was in ther family's bomb shelter. A place where no one ever went. There were many things to survive with like cans of beans, bottles of water, and of course bandages. She put it on and started limping toward the door to go and kill her stepmother.