I can survive things like this on my own because I got helping building things to help me sustain things like this. Keyword if you didn't catch it is me.
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Great, I got Katrina to safety and she finally is listening to me. Maybe she sees that authoritative figure in me, or maybe she realized I was her best bet of survival in this case. At least she would be safe with me, well she was until she made a sharp right. I was going to call out to her but then I heard some heavy footsteps and curses being muttered and I knew that he was awake. I should have used something better than a cd disk, I mean a few scratches won't hurt that much anyway.
I started to speed up without knowing that in about 10 steps, I would be forced to stop. It was when my foot got bitten a huge contraption that I realized that Katrina had started to crawl into a wall. She seemed to know what she was doing but, she disappeared into the wall. My leg was hurting so much but I guess the adrenaline from all those action movies I watched had quickly filled me too. I looked down to see a circular base with razor sharp teeth tightly enclosed around my ankle. I tried to move since it didn't hurt but that made it hurt like hell and I fell so hard, face first.
"So you little witches with a b decided to hide, right? Don't worry, I love hide and weak!" His voiced stretched through the house like he was a giant attacking the mini inhabitants from outside. I do really question his sanity at times because I don't think he had a good childhood either. I motioned to Katrina to go ahead without me but she seemed lost in her thoughts as I just was.
Katrina's Point of View
She had screamed so loud, if she hadn't I would have left and been happy I had lost her. It was something about her scream that forced me to turn around. Her scream was just like Mya. It was bulging, fierce and oh so damn loud. Sometimes, I think her scream would have blasted my face off or broken my ear drums. I saw her face in tears that seem to have slipped through her like she was invisible. No wonder, she had me invisible, she had been invisible too, and she needed some little friends in her pale world. Not I, hunny, oh just not I.
I contemplated in helping her because I knew I would still prosper if she died but then again, she did need my help. She needed me! I would have to suppress my vengeance and save her just this once.
"I'm only going to save you this once." I mocked her. She made it seem like I was a constant victim of something which I wanted to deny so bad but I had to face reality. I was a victim of S.H.O.F. every bloody day of my life. I had to face at least one each day. That's why my diaries became important, they gave me an opportunity to hide from the truth, hide from the negative features of the real world that have been attacking me for so long!
She nodded as if she could read all my thoughts and realized I would not waste another minute on her again. Maybe she felt useless and irrelevant as she had made me once feel. I felt tossed to the side and abused liked those poor pups on the side of the street.
I knew I would have to yank it off her foot but she would yell and scream so much just like Mya would when she tripped and got a splinter, or when she screamed for the very last time. I didn't know a tear had escaped my eyes until she reached up in an attempt to wipe them away. I moved back till I had almost fell because my hand was still in the tunnel. She grabbed onto my hand and prevented me from falling with the little strength she seemed to be losing.
She stood up and I was scared she would fall but then she just got up and lifted her suppressed leg and then what she did next really surprised me.
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S.H.O.F.
RandomSHOF stands for School, Home, Outside and Friends. Those are the four factors terribly disrupting the little life of 12 year old Katrine Michelson. In each one of those pillars, she learns something new about herself and they always change. At...