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There is a sudden blurring sharp pain in my neck and numbness in my body.

I am laying on the floor aren't I? That much I know, I can feel the cold wood underneath me. The room is dark except for the faint flicker of candle light.

Someone is touching me I can feel their movements and every touch is painful. I try to open my eyes but they seemed to be swollen shut I could only just barely see through the slits. On the floor in front of me I see a bit of cloth, its covered in blood. I reach out to touch it but it moves. And suddenly the pain stops.

I try to recall what had happened but at the time nothing came to mind. Ah I must have fallen down the stairs again...or maybe-

The thought completely left my mind as the memories came rushing into my head.

Oh god. Oh god! No

"Mom!? Hello?"

Nothing

I quickly jumped up and at the same time a sharp pain shot through my arm.

(Ah fuck!)

I forgot my arm was broken rendering it useless. But it didn't mean I was useless not yet at least.

I used my other arm to put my self in a sitting position. But as I sat up I noticed a trickle of blood come from my neck and spill into a puddle on the floor.

Shocked I touched my neck and to my amazement it hurt immensely. Blood covered my fingers and small droplets rolled down my hand. I wasn't sure what to say or do. And for the longest moment I just sat there staring at my stained hand. (I guess I didn't cover myself good enough. A bit of the glass slit my neck.

Hastily I checked the rest of my.body for cuts. There where none...

(B-but that can't be. Its not possible for a single piece of glass to cut just my neck.)

Quickly again I checked my body thoroughly just to make sure I hadn't missed anything and I Hadn't.

(I guess I did just get this one spot. I should check and see how big it is)

I moved my hand to my neck in an attempted to trace the line of my cut skin but the pain was unbearable.

(It must be bad.)

I searched around me for something to look through and I came across a broke piece of mirror.

I hold it up and try to focus it on my neck. I can't see much but blood and dark bruising. Using my shirt I lightly clean away a path.

Right on the left side of my neck through the red and purple are two big wholes. I'm horrified at what I'm seeing and I'm not sure how to react. I'm disgusted and scared, disgusted at the sight of blood that continues to seep  from the holes. And scared of the holes themselves. (What the hell did this? )

Momentarily I felt my leg twitch but I ignored it as I gazed horrifyingly at the mess on my neck. But then my mind wondered back to my leg as it twitches again.

(What the hell...no...no its not possible)

Suddenly my leg kicked outward and I am amazed because I had done it. I had moved my leg on my own.

(Oh my lord. This isn't possible)

"No lord of yours is gonna help you. Not here they won't. Not anymore"

My body went completely stiff then.

Its was her, she was back.

£

There she stood in an unfamiliar door frame.

I could finally put a face to my fear and it was uncomfortably attractive.

She was younger maybe in her twenty's with a rounded heart shaped face. She was thin and very tall which made her slightly intimidating. The rest of her features where cover by the shadows. The small bit of candle light didn't do much help in the dark room.

But there she stood in all her horrific glory of blood stained cloths and disgustingly clean hair. The more I looked at her the more uncomfortable I became.

For a moment I looked away  because it had just occurred to me that I was no longer in my home.

From what it looked like it seemed I was in a kitchen. To my left was a white refrigerator and next to it was the stove which was actually clean.  The floor however was covered in bits of broken class and dirt.

In front of me was a glass table that held a single candle and some flowers. As to why everything else was clean except the floor I have no clue. And I don't feel like asking either.

Surprisingly she stood by the door quietly and let me look around. I have no clue what her intentions with me are but I wont hesitate to fight back if that's what it comes to.