It was December 23, 2017. And I was in a puddle of blood on the ice cold ground. I was in nothing but a bra and panties. I was covered in bruises and cuts. I could see the flashing lights of the police car. I knew it was only a police car because when and officer walked in he called for a bus (aka an ambulance).
The officers tag read as Lt. Michael and he covered me with his jacket.
The blood I was lying in now covered most of his jacket now.
"She's lost a lot of blood. And we don't know her name." Lt. Michael yelled as was loaded onto the stretcher.
"We assume she was obviously attacked and the perp left her here to die." He added
"M-m-my d-a-a-d" I choked out in between the heavy breaths.
"We'll call him don't worry we can find him and get him to you as fast as possible" Lt. Michael said.
I grabbed his arm just before being hauled into the vecicle. I shook my head while about 3 tear ran down my cheeks.
"Did he do this?"
I nodded.
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Cello
General Fictionan original story based off of a girl who started off with a rough life as an abused child. she's rescued and then as if it could speak to her she walked up and touched the instrument.
