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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 𝔊𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢

    It was years ago. I was only a little girl. I lived with my parents. Of course, I was a happy child. I never felt alone. My parents were there. As every parent should be. As I grew up, I started to grow distant from my family. I never talked to them like I used to. It was pretty odd. I didn’t pay much attention to it. As I thought, this was considerably nonsense to me. During high school, I was distant from the ignorant teens. During my time there, I had forgotten about my one and only family. I studied hard and it paid off. One sunny day, I got the news. My parents had passed away. All I felt was agony. My heart had sunk. My stomach felt uneasy. I had so many emotions going through my mind. I couldn't control it anymore. My mind kept racing, and there was no way to stop it. I couldn't pull myself together, but I had to. So, I attended the funeral. People I didn’t even recognize were together. They gathered around and left me out. I was all alone. With no one wanting to take me in, I was left in the streets. I didn’t know where to go. Months past by, and I grew weary. All I remember is my mind going blank…
When awoke, I saw a man. The man was really strange. My body felt drugged, and my vision was blurry. When I tried to focus, it would get worse. The man spoke softly, “My dear, you will become my helper. I choose you to stand by my side.” I  had nowhere else to go. Where else could I have ran off to? Nobody wanted me. I agreed dumbfoundedly.
 I was asleep. When suddenly, I awoke to a pounding on the door. I knew that if I opened the door, I would have to face something so inevitable. I heard an eerie voice on the other side of the door. “Emily! Open the door! You have to complete your training!” I slightly opened the door. A hand from the outside of the door, brushed out and grasped my arm. I was immediately pulled out of the closet. Knowing that my wounds hadn’t healed completely, I was repositioned outside. He had given me a gun. I knew he used this gun for countless illegal actions. He was always training me. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. As my mind couldn’t think clearly, it was very hazy. I can’t recall the man’s name. It always pondered my mind, but I couldn't keep the thought too long. I was blindfolded, and I attempted to launch at the targets. I could feel the gun instantly moving as I aimed.
I had immediately taken off the blindfold. I was exceptionally frustrated. Not a single bullet hit the target. He walked in and was dissatisfied with my effort. I tossed him the gun. I instantly comprehended what he was going to do. He held the gun to a firm grasp. The gun angled at my leg and in an instant I felt a collusion. I fell to the ground in agony. “You’re too incapacitated and a disappointment! The only reason I torture you, is to make you stronger.” He kept discharging. It seemed like there was no end. It was like a never ending pain. The pain was thriving through my body. The blood rushed to my brain, and it began to pound against my skull. I helplessly got up. “Give me the gun! I will not give up! I want to keep on going!” I shouted with force. I held the blindfold and fastened it around my head.
He tossed the gun towards me. I instinctively seized the gun. I aim and braced myself. I harden my grip and shot several times. I took off the blindfold once more. I had eventually struck the targets. He was impressed, and I was sent to the closet. There, I would heal and prepare for the next circumstance. Years had past. My training had worsened, and he was despondent. He had shot me several times. For years, I’ve suffered the same torture. My agony had expanded throughout those years. I couldn’t stand it. I felt indisposed, and I had spent two weeks straight in the closet. I heard footsteps thumping on the floor boards. I quickly grew in alarm. Thoughts were racing through my mind. I realized I had to come up with a plan to finally end this torture. I quickly acted, and I climbed the shelves above me.
He slowly opened the door. He checked on me and saw that I wasn’t there. I nervously held onto the shelves. My palms were sweating. It felt like my hands would slip, and I would meet the worst punishments his mind could conjure up, but I put myself back in line before such thoughts could advance even more. I had been on the ceiling and leaped onto him viciously. He struggled, but in the end, I finally had killed him with a pistol. I was sixteen then and confused as to where I was. I was surrounded by the woods, and these woods were a never ending piece of land that I was in the middle of. Having no food, water, or supplies, I ran out of the house and into the depths of the forest. Nonetheless, evening fell, and the animals that were predators arrived into the open to prey. I was exhausted and weak. I finally collapsed as soon as rabid wolves appeared. I discerned them circling me and went unconscious as soon as they advanced.

        Once I opened my eyes and saw the bright florescent lights of the hospital, and knew that my life had changed..