Suddenly a loud stern voice tells
"SpringTrap! Here! Now!"
"I'll be right back kid..."
A couple of the older boys approach me. They're the same boys that laughed at me when I fell.
"Hey, brat!" One of them exclaims.
" H-Hi... "
"So...we've seen that you've been hanging out with SpringTrap..." Says the largest of the group.
"Why don't you ditch that faggot and hang out with us instead...we'll teach you some real skills."
"Why would I hang out with someone like you?" I retort before I can stop myself.
" Ooh...someone's getting cocky. "
They step closer to me.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
" Nope...You must not be very important if I've never heard of you before. "
The words just roll off my tongue. The largest of the three clenches his fists angrily and stomps over to me. A hand collides with my face and I fall onto the ground. The other two boys grab me by my arms and pull me up holding me in the air.
"I'll fucking kill you bitch!" The largest one says and punches me in the stomach.
He repeatedly punches me again and again.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I hear a familiar voice yell. They drop me and run away quickly. Tears flow down my cheeks and I breathe heavily.
"Yin? Look at me." Spring says. I slowly look up at him. He hugs me tightly.
"You're okay. I've got you." He says trying to comfort me.
"Yin stay strong. For me."
YOU ARE READING
Yin's Story
HorrorA small child of about eight years old is thrown into a prison camp nicknamed The ScrapYard by all the inmates. There she must face challenges, tolerate many pains and watch the suffering of everyone around her. This is Yin's Story.
