He takes his hands and grabs me by my shoulders and lifts me out of my bed. I kick and I try to escape his grasp, but it’s no use. He is too strong. He chuckles and throws me over his shoulder. I pound my fists on his back and kick his stomach. He walks right past my desk in the corner which holds my sewing kit. Quickly, I grab my scissors and I stab and jab him as many times in his back as I could. He hollers in pain and drops me. My mind says run for it, but my heart says that I need to take him down and protect my family. He stands up and turns to me. “What are you?!” I say. He must have to be a superhuman because he wasn’t even affected by the stab wounds, they must have only hurt him for a few seconds! He smiles again and I brace myself. “Your bravery is strong. I like that. You will be a perfect addition to my collection.” He says with a voice so warm and kind, the exact opposite of what you would expect in a murderer. But what was he talking about, collection? He doesn’t want to kill me, he wants to take me for his collection of who knows what! I widen my stance and stare my fate in the eyes.
“Bite me.” I whisper. He rushes me with a great amount of force, and he barrels into me at the waist like a football player would. I fall to the ground and bash my head against the doorknob of my closet door. The pain in my head is so intense I have no other choice but to sit there and not move. I grab the back of my head and look at my hand. There is an extreme amount of blood oozing out of my head. The Stranger approached me slowly, and my body wont let me run. I am slowly losing consciousness and I can’t help it. He grabs me by my waist and carries me away and now, I am unconscious.
Cold and hungry. In a room of only darkness and pain. I don’t know where I am, or how long I have been here. I lie on the cement floor and now I have found an extreme pain on my lower back. I slowly move up onto my knees and gently place my hand on the area. It feels as if someone has carved into my skin. I grown and then bite my lip. I rise to my feet and the pain is excruciating, and I can’t bare it. I fall to the ground and yelp. I need to get up and find a light switch. I think. I grab back and try to stand up again, this time I ignore the pain as much as I can and take the first step to discovering where I am. With each step I take the more pain it brings to my body. I will NEVER give up. I trudge forward, dragging my feet on the cold hard ground. I stick my hands out in front of me so I won’t run into anything to put me in even more pain than I already am. I walk a few steps further and my hands reach what seems like a door. I feel around for a doorknob, and I notice a heavy padlock linked to the door handle. I dismiss it and scavenge for a light switch. Finally I find one and a switch it on, and what I see around me is absolutely devastating…
Six girls lie there on their stomachs, as I was. They all had carvings in their lower backs. I walk over to the closest girl and examine her carving. She was a little blond girl with a carving that resembled the Scorpio zodiac symbol. I kneel beside her and place my hands on her shoulders, and moved my head towards hers. “Are you alright?” I whisper softly to her. She turns her head to me and looks me in the eyes. Her deep blue eyes are circled by heavy dark rings. As soon as she realizes what she is looking at, her eyes widen and she scotches away from me. “No, no, no! It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you!” I say. She says nothing just moves further away. She starts to panic and whimper. Then the other girls start to open their eyes and become more alert. Then a girl with short red hair runs over to the Scorpio and wraps her in her arms. “Shh shh shh. It’s ok” She whispers to her. I examines her marking. Zodiac, Leo. They look at me and the Leo whispers, “Who are you,” and my brain comes to a blank. Who am I?
I feel hands on my waist and I turn around to see another girl with black and purple striped hair studying my mark. “I have haven’t seen this sign yet.” She says to the Leo. “Wait, What?” I say. “What’s my sign?” Then another girl with long, black, fluffy hair, pops up out of no where. “I will draw It for you!” and pulls out a piece chalk from her jeans and starts to sketch on the black floor. “Finished!” she said. And the drawing looked like this:
