The Forsaken

Chapter One- Gunshots

You walk down the street. The windows are all boarded up. You are scared. You hate it here. You wish you could get out. You can't. This is your life now.

We hate it up here.

The windows are all boarded up. That scares you. The street seems abandoned. That scares you too. It is silent. Not even the wind breathes. You glance round.

Always watching.

They destroyed your family. You hate them for that. No, you musn't think like that. They'll destroy you as well. If you think like that.

Never interfering.

Your footsteps echo. Bang. Bang. like gunshots. For you there is nothing to fear. You have done nothing wrong. But the deathly still and silentness is terrifying.

It really is rather annoying.

Again you glance round. Bang-Bang. Bang-Bang. Rifle shots.The footsteps speed up. You know there are people there. But you can't see them. If you could, perhaps you would not be so scared.

Although, it is not all bad.

You start running. You don't know why. You have no reason to. You still do it though. Strange isn't it? Human nature.

For example, we do not feel pain.

BANG-THUD-BANG-THUD You can hear your heart now too, just as loud, bursting out of your chest.

Or hunger.

You can imagine people watching through the tiny cracks in the boards over their windows. In your minds eye you hear them think, 'Why is she running?'

Or thirst.

You stop. 'Quit being silly'. You think. You are nearly at the orphanage- your home. You are not popular. You don't try to be, and you don't need to be. Your pretty blue eyes and dark ginger hair could make you the most popular girl at school. But you don't want to be.

Or sense.