'This was a nightmare! Surely! It had to be! I was dead! How did I survive?'
Alleyway:The Story of How I Survived Death is about Kaylie and how she came to be, 'the one that escaped.' This is rated Mature.
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There she lay. Motionless. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was a blur. I couldn't hear anything. I looked towards Sam. He lay motionless as well. He had a big hole in his head. It was my fault that Annika is in this state. Sam knew she was my weakness. He knew I would snap. I can't let her die. She has grew so close to me like the sister I never had. I examined the gash. I was deep but the cut was not very wide. She was going to need stitches. I run to the car and tear up the whole interior. I find cloth and a necklace. I tear the cloth into small pieces small enough to stick in skin. I hook the cloth to the design of the necklace. The design is very sharp and looks like a finger nail. I pull out of the car and approach Annika. I press my hand to her chest. Her heart is still beating very slowly.
"Annika, this will hurt," I tell her. She seems to be completely unconscious. I poke the craft into her skin. She doesn't flinch. Blood gushes out. I stitch the skin together and when I am done it looks very strange. It should hold until she can get medical help. I shake her. Her body shakes with the force off my hand. I press my hand to her neck to check her pulse. It is very slow. She's gonna die. I tried pushing the voice out my head. I can't think about that. She won't die. The lies that were being repeated in my head seemed to echo all around me.
"Kay-" I heard her murmur. She was alive. My heart skipped a beat and her voice seemed to bring me back to reality. The smell of musty blood flooded my nose suddenly. The car was beeping. The wind was brushing my face. All my senses come back to me. My paralyzed trance lifted and suddenly all that mattered was keeping Annika alive.
"Annika!" I scream. Her eyes flutter to life. She throws her hand in the air. I grab it.
"I'm dying," she says. Tears threaten to erupt.
"No," I say, "no, no don't say that!"
"Let's get out of here," she says, "I knew this would happen eventually. It was unavoidable. We have to get to the safe house."
"Safe house?" I question. "Annika what are you talking about?"
"The safe house," she continues weakly, "we saviours have a fail safe to take the best of the collected to. If we ever get in trouble we move and take the girls who produce the most money." The bile threatened to erupt from my throat. Sick.
"Annika," I protest, "you're delusional. Your brain is tripping right now. You've lost a lot of blood. We need to-"
"No!" she screams. "Take us. They can help us. They have doctors there." What doctor would willing help these twisted saviours? Skeptically, I pick Annika up and she directs me to the safe house.
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We arrive at the safe house. There are very weird symbols on the walls. The only distinguishable thing on the symbols was an S which probably stood for saviours.
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"What are those symbols?" I ask her.
"Long story," she says, "it's the symbol for us saviours." I nod. We approach the door and I knock. The door bursts open and we stand back. A tall girl with dark curls motions us to come in. She looks around and shuts the door. She has hazel eyes and a hooked nose. She looks worried.
"You shouldn't have done what you did," she says abruptly.
"You know we were planning it," Annika says.
"Mary died!" she screams, "we lost a soldier!"
"She volunteered!" Annika replies, "she knew what she was in for!"
"You didn't even like her!" the woman says.
"You don't think I am filled with guilt daily?" Annika protests. "You don't think that I wish it was me rather than her?"
"I didn't mean it like that-" she says.
"You don't think that we weren't friends? You think we would have done what we did if we hated each other?" Annika asks. The other girl looks dumbstruck.
"I'm sorry Annika," she says. Annika wipes tears from her cheeks.
"It's fine Kelsey," Annika says. Kelsey looks at Annika's stomach.
"Oh my gosh, Annika!" Kelsey says. She pulls herself towards Annika and looks at the stab wound.
"Got stabbed," Annika explains, "one of Doom's men." Kelsey gave a wary look. "He's dead."
"Soon all her men will be dead if she keeps sending them," Kelsey says.
"What she doesn't knows won't hurt her," Annika says.
"We will need to stitch you up better," Kelsey concludes. "Who did these ratchet stitches?" Annika points towards me.
"Terrible job ya' did" she tells me. I honestly thought I did good for what I had.
"Kelsey can you do it professionally?" Annika asks.
"Is she even a doctor?" I ask with spite.
"Excuse me?" she asks.
"I said, are you even a doctor?" I repeated.
"Yes," she says.
"Show me," I say.
"What?" she asks.
"Show me!" I scream. I suddenly have this hate towards Kelsey. This strong desire to stab her. To watch her bleed and scream for mercy. I want to see blood burst from her chest.
"I don't need a pathetic little girls validation," she says.
"Kelsey!" Annika warns her.
"What?" she asks.
"Seriously you two stop!" Annika says.
"Maybe I should have taken you to the hospital," I say, "would have gotten a little more respect than this bitch!"
"Kaylie!" Annika says. I don't listen. I exit the room and slam the door. I expect Annika to run out. To stop me. In fact I wish that she does stop me because I certainly can't. For some reason I get in the Volvo and turn the key. The car revs. I drive away. I drive on and on and on. I drive away from all this drama. From this saviour shit. I drive away and I don't look back. I'm never going back. Never.
Author's Note: Hey guys! A little shorter than usual. I also haven't been keeping up with my other stories. Do you like my symbol I made? Nobody can steal it without my permission. I copyright that image and symbol. Anyways I am so torn. I do not want to write anymore for An Unshared Love. I still want to write Harry Potter fanfiction but I do not want to copy word from word from the movies. I want to make not a love story but something more natural and original. Would you be fine with that? Thanks for support. Love you all! Follow the arrow! >----▸
