Purgatorty- book 1- Rebirth

Chapter I

I gasped after being forcefully awoken by the dream. No. Nightmare. The same nightmare that makes me peep out of my window every evening for mysterious men. The same nightmare that led me to make my parents buy a gun even though we lived in the middle of the woods. The same nightmare that I've remembered all my life.

   I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I lay down for a few seconds before turning to look at the bedside clock. Half past two. Felt like I'd been sleeping longer. Though that probably was just wishful thinking. For me, the night was the time for all my demons to come out. Demons I couldn't battle and win. I, unlike other nine year olds, wish for sleepless nights. When I dreamt, I was in another world. Ever since I was little. Though my memories of my life at about four downwards are rather fuzzy. My mom and dad said that I hit my head really hard when I was little, causing amnesia.

   I tried to ignore the thoughts racing through my mind and stood up to walk across the room. It was a pretty big room. Though then again, it was a pretty big house. I'd even call it a mansion. You would too. Its not bragging, because to tell a story right, you gotta use facts. And fact was this place was huge. Six bedrooms, six-and-a-half baths, a big living room and a big ass kitchen.

   The only downside was... It was in the middle of nowhere. It was in the middle of Chequamegon-Nicolet. Wisconsin. So, not nowhere. But it was fairly isolated. So I always said it was in the middle of nowhere. I never went to school, not once. I was homeschooled for most of my life. Not that it was a bad thing. At the time, I thought my dad was a professor and my mom, a highschool teacher. So, for some reason, we lived in the middle of the woods with no visitors other than the occasional rabbit.

   I was always told that it was safer but I always get the feeling someone was watching me. You know? That feeling that you're not alone, yet in that moment, the loneliness is even more so apparent. But I'm sure you get it.
 
  Anyway, after getting across the room, I walked into the bathroom and stood at the sink. I looked at myself. I had dark brown eyes, kinda brown skin, crooked yellow teeth, black hair, quite a few pimples(I use that phrase lightly.) I really wasn't too pretty.
 
  Notice how I keep saying had and was? Well, just wait and see...

   I bent over to wash my face. Nothing like cold water splashed in your face. I sighed and began walking back to my room. I was stopped dead dead in my tracks by a loud thud followed by the sound of something breaking probably glass. It had come from downstairs, the living room I guessed.
 
  I spun around and sprinted to my door. I tried twisting the knob, it didn't give. Then, I clearly remembered it being locked the night before. Talk about paranoia. Before I could think, a gunshot startled me. Bang! I tried twisting once more. It gave. I let go and the knob fell to the floor. I didn't have the time to wonder how. I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could. I got down to see the door broken on the floor. Which surprised me because it was made of a titanium based alloy. Supposedly indestructible. And there it was on the floor in pieces.
 
  As I attempted to gather my thoughts, a blood curdling scream snapped me back into reality. I looked to my right, where the scream had come from. There, lay my father's lifeless body on the floor. My mom standing in front of him facing two men. The men were dressed in trenchcoats and black gloves. Each wore a nymphadora. In fact, they looked like 1940s detectives. They neither held guns nor knives. Other than how they were dressed, there was really nothing that stood out.
 
  Then, a smell flew past my nostrils. Smoke. Burning leather to be precise. Then I saw something I hadn't noticed before. The guy on the left, he wasn't wearing a glove on his left hand. His sleeve was smoking. There was a mark on his hand, I couldn't make it out clearly but it looked somewhat like a triangle. Sort of like the illuminati.

   He turned and looked at me and smiled. I pulled my right leg back and lifted my fists. He tapped his friend and at the same time, my mom and the other guy looked at me. Now you've got to understand how stupid I looked. A nine year old girl balling up her fists against someone easily above six foot. But I didn't care. This was my house. My family. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I wasn't going to just stand there and watch.
 
  My mom screamed at me. Telling me to run. Tears in her eyes. They looked at each other and nodded. Before I could say anything, the man on the right had a revolver in his hand. I heard the first shot. I shut my eyes tightly. I waited for the pain but none came. What happened was much worse.
 
  I slowly opened my eyes to see a splatter of blood spread across the wall. I looked for my mom, I only saw her body. Where her head had gone, no idea. My knees dropped to the ground. My head sunk. I couldn't believe it. No. I wouldn't believe it. What type of monster would murder an innocent woman in cold blood. I began to think, why? Why did i just stand there and watch? It was pathetic.

  I felt multiple feelings. Fear. Disbelief. Confusion. Most of all, sadness. A tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't do anything. I just stood there and watched like a pathetic little girl. Never again.

   I looked at the men. Sadness turning to anger. I inhaled a deep breath of air. The room felt warmer.

   The man pointed the gun at me.

    I closed my eyes and gathered all of my energy and let out a loud high pitch scream.

   For a couple of moments, the entire room...

   No...

   The entire forest went silent.

   I opened my eyes.

   What I saw was more unbelievable than anything I had seen that night.

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Hey everyone.
This is the first chapter of the purgatory series.
This is also my first official wattpad story.
Hope you enjoy it.
This chapter is dedicated to Mhiz_faith. After all, she got me to start it...
Check out her book "fake".
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QOTC: What did she see? I'm curious myself...