Suck It Up, Buttercup.

~ Chapter 1 ~

Pain.

Unbearable pain.

All I could think of was the sharp needle-like agony that had  taken over my lower abdomen, that was gradually making its way to the rest of  my numb body. My head was  throbbing from the blow I had taken earlier.

That frickin idiot attacked me with a bat. And you'd expect a small stab wound to hurt less.

The last time I got stabbed didn't hurt as much.

Who does that?

The intoxicating smell of  petrol fumes, blood and smoke filled the room, making me release a few jump-start coughs.

Jump start coughs.

You know, the type where you cough violently and your body jerks as if you were jump- starting a car?

That sadistic dog did this to me.

He hurt me.

He hurt my mothe-

Wait..

I quickly went into a state of panic, remembering my mother now had a bullet lodged in her left shoulder.

But, if I show any movement, that dog will finish us both.

Honestly, I don't care about my life. My mother is my first priority. She's the only person I have now. If I lose her, I lose myself.

"Please! D-don't do..this..!  M- my child...I- I can't leave..her!"

I slowly turned my head, shaking at what I saw.

The man had my mom's face in his hands, slowly caressing her cheeks.

"Shhh. Now now my sweet. I'll take care of  your little girl for you. She'll be safe with me. I'll just enjoy her company. All the fun we'll have together, it's unbelievable." He stated, with the clear intent of pissing my mother--who was dying might I add-- off.

Seriously, what kind of monster is he? Isn't it enough that she's gasping for air?

"D- don't you dare t-touch her." She said with sharp breaths in between each word.

"There's nothing you can do about that, Elizabeth. You'll be dead by then. And I won't hurt her. We're just going to have fun. Honest. Good. Clean. Fun." He said with an impish smirk on his face, which made the scar on his right cheek scrunch up.

He is one ugly son of a biscuit.

I knew what he meant by 'fun'.

I swear, if that guy tries anything stupid on me, I'll hit him  so hard his great-grandchildren will feel it.

Yep, I know where a man's weak spot is. There's a reason why all the guys in school are slightly scared of me.

"A-at least l-let her  g-go. T-take me in- instead."

"I'm afraid I can't do that dear. She's mine now. She belongs to me. Like you did before you decided to stab me in the back. Now I believe it's only fair for me to do the same to you. Except, I might not necessarily stab you in the back. Maybe, just maybe, I'll slit your legs, arms, then move slowly from your tum-tum, up to your neck and watch you as you bleed to death..."

You'd expect my mom to immediately surrender to the maniac threatening to slash her and watch her bleed to death, but not her. She spit  in his face.

I've always known something was wrong with that woman. But then again, that'd explain where I inherited my courage.

My father had none. If he did, he would have never left us with his tail between his legs. He would have never run away when the town's people found out that my mom was a mage. Sure, people weren't allowed to do that in my area, but, did it really matter?

Okay, maybe a bit.

But I mean really. She's going to get herself killed.

"D-drop...D-dead." She managed to let out as she spit in his face.

"Pity. I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill you so soon." He said as he wiped the spit off his face. With that, he reached for a dagger which he had kept in his boot, and with lightening quick movements, he swiftly dragged the blade across my mother's neck and within seconds her body went limp. Blood dripped down her arm onto the cold, hard floor beneath us.

My heart dropped, along with her lifeless body. She was gone.

Gone.

She was my everything. The only person I could count on. The only person I could rely only.

I broke down, letting out silent sobs. The struggle to keep them in caused me to let out whimpers instead. I had no one now. My dad left. My mom was just brutally murdered. And I saw it all happen. I could have done something about it. I could have acted sooner. Created a distraction or something. It's my fault that she's gone.

She's gone, and she's never coming back.

But wait.

If I'm going to survive this dump called Earth, more especially alone, I need to toughen up. Grow a backbone.

Stop being the coward I was afraid I'd become. I have to fend for myself.

No more hiding under my mother's skirt. Sure, it hurts like hell, but I have to pull through. And I know that she wouldn't want to see me cry over her. She never wanted to see me cry.  I can hear her now.
"Suck It up, Buttercup."

I'm alone now. I have me, myself and I. No one is going to look after me. I have to defend myself. Fight. I have to protect myself. Eliminate anyone in my way

Starting with this idiot.

~*~*~*~*~

Well, we meet again.

I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "Not another stupid book by her. She'll probably mess it up and delete it again."

Well , the honest truth is, I probably will.

But then again, I probably won't.

I decide to give this another  try, and maybe, just maybe may do better this time.

But, feel free to vent and rant in the comments section. I won't mind. If I don't get that many reads, I might as well receive one or two comments.

Please?

xoxo lil' weirdo.