Legend

CHapter 11- Chilling Screams

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I found myself sitting in the corner by the small window, running my fingers along one of the many new cuts on my arm. I didn't do it on purpose, at the time I didn't even realize I was doing it, my mind was in a different place. It was with Sarah.

     The girl I thought cared about me, and was just as mixed up and innocent as I was, when in truth she was the reason I'd been kidnapped.

  "She took the life of an innocent, so we took hers. It was only fair."

I whipped my head around to see the source of the voice coming from the entrance to my prison. It was the youngest of my attackers, the one who'd fought with the man who killed Sarah or Clare or whatever her real name was. I remembered somebody calling him Austin.

  "I know," I replied, "I don't blame you."

    "She killed- wait what?" He said, prepared to defend himself and then realizing what I'd said.

    "I said I don't blame you." Shrugging my shoulders I turned back to the window, "I probably would have done the same thing."

 "Oh. Okay then."

  "Why are you here anyways? Did you just get bored and came to torment the little, broken girl, or do you actually have a reason? Or maybe you're here to take me back to that sick, demented man."

  "I came to see if you were okay," He said, a sorrowful tone in his voice.

  "I'm fine. And stop with the pity crap, I don't want anything to do with it." I said, my voice as hard and emotionless as the look on my face.

  "Okay. I'll stop. Sorry." he said, sounding extremely guilty.

   I spun on the spot to look at him, shock building inside me. I expected some kind of smart ass, derogatory comment, not an apology. "Did you just apologize?"

"Yes." He stood there for a moment, as if silently battling about what to say next. "My sister, Cassandra, and I, we aren't like the rest of them, we never wanted this. Matt, the "sick, demented" one, is our uncle, and he raised us. We didn't have a choice but to help him."

"What was he going to do if you said no? Beat you?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"No. He probably would have beaten my sister half to death and made me watch. It wouldn't be the first time." He lowered his eyes and I immediately felt awful.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I-"

"It's fine. I just wanted you to know. I won't blame you if you still hate me but I wanted you to know that I'm not okay with what he's doing." And before he gave me time to answer he turned and disappeared so quickly I nearly fell back in shock.

But then I noticed something. Where Austin had been standing there was a small envelope, bulging slightly.

I leaned forward tentatively and grabbed it, snapping my hand back to my body as if I were afraid something was going to jump out and bite it off otherwise.

Looking over the envelope I noticed pen marks on the outside. In small, neat calligraphy "Felicity Knight" could be read. The scrawling font was stunning, something so delicate and perfect someone could have sat for hours and not been able to copy it.