One Hand Left

First and Final

  I wasn't asked to be saved. I was glad seeing the white light, seeing the end. The thought of all the wrong, sins that has been done just, leaving . Would  have been a (so I thought) miracle.  Things though never seem to go my way. That feeling ,the light was striped from me by a single move, a man. The man, a surgeon thought that saving me was a richesus thing to do, stealing me from true freedom that deaths bring. No, bringing me back to the world of living  was some kind of gift, something to be proud of.
   Though I may hate the fact of being alive I'm still thankful to still able to see my dearest creature I come to know, my cat. He may just be a feline, no true voice or human He was still my rock. He was the one thing that kept me from doing the deed my self, to plung the knife in first. Though the thought of me still have to be with the pain of the past, my enemy still hunts me. I wish for the memories to disappear, vanish from seeing them when closing my eyes. I wished for the pain to leave and I thought for the first time that it is has but no the man, a miracle worker as I come to know saved me from eternal darkness giving me not just another fight but giving me a new body.
     From that night I was on the run, wishing for the  men to give in and give up, they kept the chase up and where nearing a little, to closely to make a mad dash though, I didn't have enough energy left to do it. All the adrenilen from the need to escape has all but deplenshed and legs to sore to keep up. Heaving one last option I throw myself of into the woods hoping from the time of night and the fact that it's a woods that the men would leave, though no such luck came. They came, seeing me half dead trying to keep my breaths even as possible from the run, they advanced. " You know the boss don't like stuck ups." The shorter of the four possibly five men asclemed. " Yay, not like you had anything better in life. You're just a lifeless runt on the streets." The anrgent one with the scar across his nose added to he's partner's remak. " You would have made the boss a nice little toy!" The one standing to the left of me yelled. " Not like you would have cared, no now at lest." The one standing right in front of me kneels down to me, still on the ground and  lefts my chin leaning in, his mouth next to my left ear. "You foolish act of innocence got you in a rough situation, now don't it,"
    With those words I know I'm done for but what happens first, no girl or any one for the matter would want done. As the men where fighting who got to have their fun first the bulkiest man of the group left me up by my wrist leaning me into the near tree, roughly trying to get me any almost any man would love to do. After finding his please with my bra off he started grinding me. Anything I did, did nothing but pleases him further. My kicks where only little rabbit feet to him, the screams only added onto his crimson smile. I know I live in the true, cruel real world so no hero would come and set me off my feet saving me from the viscous man, so I cave in, letting them do as they will. No, I have no power over the men couldn't change it, only thing is to just bear the pain and hope it ether ends soon or luck would let you die before it ends.
   For once I thought that luck was on my side though life has the moments where they give you a nice slap in the face with reality. A man with the sweetish smile I've seen was the first thing I shawl after readjusting my eyes to the bright light. At first thinking that I was in heaven but feeling the pain instantly kicked in. "Hey, hey come down. It's alright." "Where...where am I." I relax somewhat under his grip. "Where, where am I?" "You in my..lab. Do you, um know your name?" " Uh, yay. Elana." I try sitting up. "Hey slow down." As learn forward to get up  I nearly fall flat on my face, only to be stopped by him."Thank..thank you." As he helps stable me I ask him what his name is, through the answer was not as I suspected. "Names Kurt." "Candy sweet name now, isn't it?" "Yay. Hay can you walk on the prosthetics?" "Prosthetics?" Looking down at my legs I see that there metal, not mine. "No, no, no." I stumble to keep my balance and run towards the door. When finally finding the handle of the door I see that my left hand is also metal leading up to my shoulder. Letting go of the handle, shakily turning around to face Kurt, staring at my hands. "What happened to me. What did you do?!" "I..uh..found you in a river, holding onto life. Your left arm and leg was nearly completely turn off and your right leg was bleeding way to much to be able to use. I'm sorry I tried to help." "Thank you...but I got to go." Before he could do anything I run out of that place as fast as my legs will carry me. My legs are sore, heck my whole body is sore but, I'm free. Free from anything holding me back or pulling be back. Only one hand left.