My turn to fight

Chapter 8

Suddenly the room was full of people, but the pain in my body was too much and eventually everything went black...

I woke up in a dark room. Gone were the white doctors and white people, and gone was my comfy bed. I looked down and realised that 5 of my 10 fingers had been sowed back on. They looked like they were rushed, but I was glad that I had a couple of fingers to use. When I tried to move my legs, though I realised I could only move one. Reaching down I realised that I only had one leg. There was one sound that was the same as in the hospital and that was the sound of my heart beating on the heart thermometer thing. I wonder if they stole that from the hospital, and where am I? I wandered, trying to sit up, before realising I was clamped down to the bed. What is going on here?!

"Melinda?! Oh thank gosh you are awake!" I heard Mum say running into the room with a cup that had some sought of soup splashing out everywhere.

"Mum?! Ok that's it, tell me everything, or I am getting up and walking straight out of here!" I yelled. I knew I couldn't actually get up and walk out of here, but I would do anything to get Answers!

"Look, I'm sorry honey! Those people were part of the gang. I can't believe they got in! We had the best security in the world, but they still hurt you!" Mum cried, but I wasn't going to feel sorry for her. I had been through too much without answers.

"But who did I kill. Jake was the one that killed the leader that day. I haven't killed anyone!" I demanded.

"That wasn't the gang leader! That was their enemy. They are very respectful of Jake now, but still want you dead. You see, you don't remember anything from when you were seven and below do you?" Mum stated, putting the soup down on my bedside table before sitting on the edge of my bed.

"No." I replied, which was true. Everything before that was all foggy and didn't make any sense so I stopped trying to remember what happened.

"And you think that you father was hurt in a car accident?" I nodded, wandering where this was going. "Well that was all lies. Your father was shot my the leader of the gang when you were 5. You were the only one to witness it, and according to them you picked up your Dads gun and shot the leader. Ever since then the gang has been after you, but I made them promise that they wouldn't hurt you until you were 18. They have hurt you earlier but for now there is nothing I can do about it. Why do you think I made you take karate and boxing, and teach you how to shoot, because I knew this day would come." Mum cried, hugging me to her chest as we both cried. It was so much to take in. I was going to die, and there no way of stopping it. I suddenly started shaking uncontrollably and my body fell limp. The last thing I heard was the heart monitor start beeping loudly and my Mum cry out my name.

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Unknown POV

"Boss, we have some bad news." I heard one of workers say. Turning around I glared at him, hoping for the sake of his life that this 'bad' news wasn't actually that bad.

"What?" I growled. The worker paled and started fidgeting with his dirty work clothes.

"Well you see, the girl." He stopped to take a breath and looked at the Ground. "T-They had almost finished killing her, but the army came in just in time to save her. She got away. And- And Sir Charles and Mr Smith are d-dead."

"What?!" I raged. My whole body full of anger and hatred. The girl should be dead! She killed my father, and she deserves to die! Turning back around I grabbed a knife off my desk and stalked over to the worker. His face instantly paled even further and he started to sweat.

"P-P-Please d-don't k-kill m-m- me!" The worker stuttered watching my every move.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you." I growled, watching the relief drain from the workers face. "Yet."