As Stone and I crept through the dark on our way to a small gray shack about 43 miles away, we hear voices. Small whispers of people living on the streets. I could tell Stone was scared. At the slightest of sounds he would tighten his grip on my hand, as a way of protecting me I guess or just a sense of comfort, by making sure I was still there.
We don't speak to each other. Though I want to comfort him and tell him that everything's ok, I don't think speaking would be a good idea, considering all the homeless people who are threatening us by sticking up their knives at us as we walk by them.
We keep walking. Yet we are tired and in need of sleep, we know if we sleep on the streets we may never wake up again. The people out here are desperate they may not want to kill, but it's how they survive out here, and that's what scares me.
We left as the sun was setting and now it's almost pitch black except for a couple street lights that are surprisingly not broken. As we walk down I hear a woman's voice whisper to me.
"I knew your mother."
I look at Stone and notice he hadn't heard the woman, so I keep walking.
"Little girl I knew your mother." She says louder so that Stone hears.
I take another step and she puts her hand on my shoulder. I turn around and throw her hand off my shoulder.
I look at her wrinkled face from under a working street light. She had very sad eyes with bags underneath them and very few eye lashes and eye brows. I couldn't help but shiver, her appearance frighted me at once.
"What do you want?" Stone says sternly
"I knew your mother." she says no longer whispering. Her voice was old and strained. It was hard to listen to.
"How?" I say as Stone grabs my arm to pull me in another direction, but at that moment the woman takes a knife and shoves it into my stomach. I can't think, the edges of my vision are going black and I have surging pains in my stomach. I hear my brother call my name, then I watch the old lady fall back into the darkness. My brother picks me up and more pain shoots through my body to the point where I'm screaming.
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The Last Battle
Teen Fiction15 year old Emma had questions that needed to be answered so her and her brother joined a gang having no idea what kind of answers they were going to get. Not to mention the trouble they were going to get into. Hi guys!!!! Thank you sooo much for re...