The Day I Lived

Blood

Thick red blood. The blood of my sister on my body. The puddle of deep red blood slowly turning the white title to red.
That's all I remember. Trying to stop the blood.

My tears drip though my eyelashes. Each on speeding down like a silver bullet causing pain with whatever hope I have left. My eyes are no longer cry for my sister they cried for the fact I couldn't stop. I was stuck in the endless wormhole of life. The countless deaths of my soul meaning. I had gone through hell and back.

I wiped what was left of the dampness on my face. I wouldn't let my grief control me. I grab a trash bag I begin gathering ever thing I have. My clothing, what ever pictures I have, anything I have. With one steady swing the glass cracks bring the bag down with it. I smile to myself. If I had to live through hell I WILL live.

One year later

My dark black boots clack on the pathment. I walk down the dark alley Then I release my boots are no longer alone. A set of foot steps behind so faint I barely can hear. A year ago I would have run in fear. Things have changed I started to fight using my anger as a weapon. The damaged girl is nolonger the the day I lost her I lost everything. I tore apart what ever love I had left. Even for Dylan. Though I have learned to love him. If I had a choose letting Dylan die or killing my dad, Dylan would be dead.

I focase on the boot I don't dare turn around. My eyes stay straight ahead. My blood is gushing though my veins. I'm ready to fight. As the boots get to the point where there almost three Feet away. I lunge. I kick him in the ankles knocking him over. In effected he says "Nice kick doll. Just not good enough". He jumps at me with his fist he swings his arm. My face doges the punch he wings agian hitting me in the gut before he can have the satisfaction of it. I flip him over my shoulder. He lands on the ground. I jump on top of him pinning

"Now what should I do with you".

He rolls us over. He grabs my wrists bringing them down onto the pathment.

"Wouldn't you like to know".

I look up at him. He has the most beautiful eyes almost like warm dark chocolate. His messy dirty blonde hair falls over his face almost perfectly. My eyes pir down to his lips I can't look away. I want to reach out and kiss him.

"See something ya like doll".

I blush and look away. My cheeks are bright red in attempt to hide the matter. I groan and ask what do you want.

"What's the matter doll already sick of me".

I push him off. I start to walk away he follows me. I turn he turns. Left, right, left finally I turn around.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

"Well it's about time doll. I have been waiting for you to turn around".

I practically kill him with the amount of force I come at him with. But before I can touch him he turns his body. Taking this as an opportunity I start to sprint away he keeps staring just looking at me smiling. I look back on we're I'm running there are two men in front of me. There both about double my size. I attempt to stop and turn around but the men are already in front of me. They grab my arms. They bring a white cloth to my mouth. I know the cloth as drugs in them. I don't breath in seconds go by my vision starts to blur. The only conchenses I have left I hear the man say.

"That's it doll go to sleep it's much more pain less when you listen to me learn that".

I growl as I get up. I'm laying on hard concrete I look around there are three other walls like the floor. The fourth has thick bars looking out onto a black wall. I attempt to kick the bar down with no hope. My mind is racing I start pacing the floor back and forth.

I create comfort with the pattern of my heals clicking. The clicking stops as I remember him. I gasp in shock as I relies who he is Andres Sánchez My breath becomes sharp Andres is the Italian mafia bosses heir.

There are four major mafia's Italian, U.S.A, French, Mexico. Each one rivals with each other. The two biggest U.S. and Italian are both at each others throats. You know those movie killers. It's like that but times that by a thousand.

You know it's bad when you get kidnaped by one of them. Even worse the heir to the mafia.

"Ah doll your up"

"My name is

"Doll if I'm not mistaken your name is Heav--"

"Don't ever say that name"

"Doll I can call you whatever I want"

He leans down our faces practically touching. His voices is now stern.

"Get up"

I stay we're I am not showin any movement. He ruffle grabs my arm. Taking the opportunity I swing my leg kicking him in thee jaw. As he recovers I jump to my feet ruining to the door. He talked me to the ground showing no signs of my kick. I cry out in pain as he pins me to the ground. My head slams to the concrete. I see a tricle of blood run dome my head.

"You know doll this would be a lot easier if you listen to me".

I smirk as I say "we're is the fun in that".

He leans down and whispers in my ear.

"It's not fun if ya get get killed".

He chuckles to him self. I glare at him. My eyes piercing through his skin.

"What do you want" I say that as I let out a sigh.

He jumps of me and takes my arm. Not in a rough way just leading me through the halls. I decided not to make a great escape and hear him out. We walk by the cells one after another. People shot out from them trying to get our attention. Andres tells me to look ahead and not to pay attention.

We get to a dark oak door with a silver handle. Andres pushes the door open there stands a middle aged man but you couldn't tell from the scars on his face. I look at the outline of his mouth and nose the look almost identical to Andres. It couldn't be.