Nameless

Nameless 7

Nameless👤

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The kidnapper beat me to near death and left me locked in a room for days on end with nothing to eat or drink. My parents didn't have enough money to get me out and soon forgot about me. At least that's what he told me. I was the youngest, only 9. The day he killed me, he sneered, "After all this time, no one cared enough to get you out." Then he slashed my tiny waist, making me cry out. Then two long cuts from my hips to my ankles. A slit across my shoulders. By then, I was bordering on unconsciousness. The knife slashed across my eye and cheek. Down my arms. Up my spine.

"There. Prettier than ever." He pulled the knife across my throat.

I remember seeing him carry my body somewhere to dump it. I didn't understand why I couldn't move or feel my body.

I was set the middle of my parents' backyard. I wanted to move so they wouldn't see me like this but I already knew I couldn't.

A mist surrounded my body and a girl my age with wounds similar to mine held her hand out to me.

"Don't run. Come play."

I was shocked to see that I could move and she pulled me up.

"Joined." She said and was gone, along with the mist.

I saw my body laying on the ground and realization hit me. I was one of the Nameless.

That was 11 years ago.

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"I can help. Don't run." I called to the terrified girl.

"What are you?!" she screamed, making a run for it.

"HE HURT US!!" I screeched. Her body fell with a thud.

No human was anywhere near us so I took a walk. My feet made no sound and the sidewalk stayed dark to a human eyes against the light from my glowing blue eyes.

"HE HURT US!!" another Nameless screeched and I headed toward the sound.

It was one of the middles, their ages ranging from 8 to 11. The littles were the youngest, ranging from 4 to 7. The elders were the older girls, ranging from 12 to 14. Very few were older than that.

She was a gymnast. Her body was petite and in a black leotard. Her black hair was in a high pony tail that showed the wounds on her neck and chest, particularly the hole in place of a heart, literally. When she turned to face me, our eyes stopped glowing.

"How old are you?" She asked, rubbing an eye and stepping away from the body.

"20."

"So you have experience?" She looped her arm through mine and sparks flew from the touch, lighting a nearby bush on fire.

"Yeah. Age?" I didn't speak to often to other Nameless.

"Well, I was 10 when I died and that was three years ago. I would be in middle school now." she said sadly.

"Don't think about your past. Makes it easier." I stepped away from her and she looked up.

"Thanks." She disappeared.

"Welcome." I sighed. The second she disappeared, my eyes started glowing again.

"Get off me, you freak!" a girl's voice yelled from a darkened alleyway.

"Give me the money!" A threatening male voice responded, followed by a cry of pain.

I flashed over and stood behind the man.

"Don't run. Come play." I whispered.

They turned and their eyes widened, taking in my looks.

My kidnapper had left me in a pair of shorts that were torn and bloodied on the hips. My t-shirt was bloody from my wounds and was ripped.

"Die!" He turned back to the girl and and stabbed her in the stomach then slit her throat for good measure. She fell dead then he took off.

"HE HURT US!!" I screeched. He stopped and his eyes rolled back in his head as he dropped dead at the mouth of the alleyway.

"Don't run. Come play." I held my hand out to the girl. I wasn't sure if it would work, her being 15 or so.

But slowly her hand reach up and gripped mine as I helped her to her feet.

"Joined." I said.

She looked down at her body then the man's. She kicked it disdainfully as we walked out of the alley. I could have left her but wanted to speak to her. Her eyes were already glowing blue. Ours eyes would stay that way since I'm the one who joined her.

"We are the Nameless." she stated, turning to me.

A car drove by and the headlights shone through us.

"Stay or go." I offered.

"Stay." she put her hand on my shoulder.

"I was Stacy."

"I was Amy." I flashed to a rooftop were I spent most of my time at.

A few minutes later she followed.

"Have you been Nameless long?" she asked, making herself comfortable on the edge on the building.

"20 years." Like I said, not one for talking.

"Not a pretty death I assume."

I showed a rare emotion and snorted. "No duh."

She smiled, "You certainly don't act like a.....9 year old?"

"No, I don't." I sat next to her, our feet dangling over the edge.

"This is the start of a beautiful friendship." she grinned and slung her arm around my shoulders like we were sisters.

"I think it is." Happiness creeped into my voice.

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That was 20 years ago.