Sacred: White Halo Vs Black Horns

ONE- Run

Future:
All she's doing is screaming, screaming, screaming. I'm dumbfounded by this. I love 'her' so much but 'she' doesn't even know 'she' exists and the man next to her? I don't know if he's dead or alive.

I never knew how much of a bunch psychopaths our families could ever be. They broke her, but, I managed to get her back onto her feet. However, my efforts are no use for her now.

She's tied up in a old wooden chair and yes, still screaming. Her hands and ankles are bleeding furiously from the ropes which trap her like a caged animal. There's no pale-pink skin just blood. There's no marks on her skin where I've kissed and kissed her raw. There's no bright white teeth smiling instead, fear and panic escaping her dry, bloody mouth.

And 'him' next to her, eyes so blood shot I think he's blind. Holes everywhere on his arm so we know he's been drugged countless times but all does is stare at the black and mouldy wall. Depressed.

" Drugged and gassed, Satan himself only knows what type of Hell they are living. " Sir said and he's right.

Welcome to Hell.

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Now:
Harmony's pov

So right now I'm being chased down a freaking hill by some psycho probably wanting to kill me.

As quickly as I could, I turned my head around to see that the mysterious figure was no longer there so I slowed down a bit.

Big mistake.

And so here a 14 year old girl who does nothing but work 2 hours everyday apart from Sundays and reads Mafia books which clearly say that you shouldn't stop running away from someone as they'll most likely kill you.

And yet I stop.

Why? I don't know and if I did know then I would of explained by now.

My mother would be expecting me to home within 10 freaking minutes and I'm 10 minutes behind from where I should be. 

Even running away from a maniac.

Cautiously, I walk down a dark, small and tight ally but soon my footsteps seem to double the amount of speed.

But I'm not walking any faster.

Oh no. Psycho's back.

Run!

As scared as a deer caught in headlights, I picked up my speed and soon after so did the psycho that was after me. So I ran faster than ever but it only failed.

It always fails.

My life is a fail and it will always be one.

( warning: fighting/ violence )

Suddenly, I'm grabbed by my waist and thrown against the wall and my head hits hard against it.

That's going to hurt tomorrow.

I zoned out for a little bit before I realise that I'm being continuously kicked in the stomach. I weakly try to kick back but that only made my face to get punched.. several times.

Great! I'm 14 and I'm going to need plastic surgery by the age of 20. Fantastic.

" You think you got away from me? ". I hear his laugh echo through the ally and a shiver goes down my spine.

Oh God. It's dad.

" Well? Answer me freak! ".

I didn't; I only coughed. But that rewarded me with another kick in the stomach. I rolled over while coughing until blood started running down my face.

" Wow you really are weak. Even reading books I'd thought you'd learn something. Obviously not. ".

" Help. " I whispered.

" No fuckin point love. " He said coldly.

After a while I thought all was lost but then he stops when the sounds of sirens going on and on in the distance.

He immediately runs leaving for dead but I get up and start to walk limping on my right leg as that one hurts the most right now.

As I walk through the streets, I wonder how he found us.

But has he found mum?

Oh I hope not.

20 minutes later I arrive at my house exhausted and cold. My mum, who was in the kitchen, turned and looked at me. Her jaw dropped and I just made my way into the bathroom. When I entered the place it looked clean as always and so, I decided to close the door and get in with it.

My hand wrapped around my stomach as I reached for the cabinet that contained a first aid bag.

I opened it and took out some antiseptic wipes for my busted lip and arms. Slowly, I opened the packet and wiped it across my lip and I hissed at the pain but this was nothing compared to the other times I've been in pain.

When I finished with the wipes I threw it away and opened the bathroom door again just to see my mum standing there in complete shock like I've never been beaten up before. Although we both know that ain't true.

" Who did this? ". She questioned and I just walked past her and went to my wardrobe to fish out some pyjamas for tonight.

" Who did this? ". She asked again and yet again I ignored her turning my back on her and removing my T-shirt and bra. I hissed at the newly forming bruises that will cover me tomorrow.

" Harmony! ".

I huffed and decided to answer, " I got jumped that's all.".

" Oh my God! Did they hurt you? ".

" Well look at me! ".

" Apart from beating you up! ".

" No just some lame insults. ".

I took my jeans off and put on my sports bra and my pyjamas and walked downstairs into the kitchen. Mum followed behind.

" Do you know who it was? ".

" Take a wild guess who found us. ".

" No! NO! He's back! ".

" Yep. No change there. ".

I opened a cupboard and got a cup and filled it up with water; then I got some ginger biscuits cause they are tasty to eat.

" We need to tell the police about this. " My mum said.

I shook my head, " And where did that get us last time huh? ".

" Nowhere. " She whispered.

After a few minutes of silence I walk up the stairs to my bedroom where I gently placed myself on to my bed. I threw the covers over me and I sighed and laid there until darkness over took me and I feel asleep and I didn't wake up for the rest of the night.

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Hey there.

So welcome to my second book thy I'm currently writing.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of this book.

I'd just like to say that there might be some spelling mistakes as I'm not good at spelling and my phone thinks I'm talking gibberish as I always do.

Please vote and comment

Anyways good bye xxx

ImALittleLeprechaun.