Trapped

5

I snapped back to reality as I sat up in a grey painted room with brown toned furniture. I realized that it was heathers parents room. I pushed my self up and off the brown love seat that I was laid down on. I checked myself for anymore wounds, looking at my bloody sweat pants, I groaned at my throbbing thigh, for the pain had finally came over the numbness.

I stood up, a little lame from my injury and saw the blood on the carpet from the bed to the bathroom. I saw the bathroom light shiny a single strip of hope in the dark room behind a half closed door. I limped towards the door, glad I wasn't being dragged this time. Every time she dragged me it forced me to put pressure on my bad leg.

As the light of which I called hope, felt comforting. I was hoping the woman finally killed me. Ended it all. Maybe behind that door was heaven. I never believed in god, I was always an atheist. It was the way my mother taught me. My dad tried to convert me to being a Catholic but I was permanently branded atheist. mostly because I couldn't a imagine what "god" would make a poor child suffer under abuse.

I finally reached for the door, wrapping my bony fingers around the brass handle and slowly pushed open the door. The light flashed but it wasn't "heaven" or "jesus," instead it was too bodies cut into pieces in the large white bath tube. My eyes started at the mutilated limbs. It reminded me the cuts I've had from knives across my skin.

The fowl scent of blood flooded my nose. I leaned over the toilet and vomited. Tears rolled down my eyes as I refused to look at the bodies no more. I started sobbing and pleading to myself.

"Please...j-just" repeated sobbing from my tears. "be a dream!"

I continued sobbing until I felt a presence behind me.

"I'm afraid it's no dream Ann. Just life." Jeanie stood leaning against the door frame.

"Wh-why?" I whimpered.

Jeanie sighed."it's complicated. Sometimes family isn't forever."

I sat on my knees and thought about the horrors I've witnessed. It's only been 3 hours. So twelve. my dad doesn't know I'm missing, he doesn't get home from work until 6. Who knows what this crazy lady will do.

"Where's Christi ?" I said looking up. remembering she was the last one left.

Jeanie kicked her foot out to the side pushing her self off the frame. "now is when you might learn the reasons of this tragedy."

Jeanie turned and walked. I babysat Christi along with Evan nights that Heather and her parents were out. Christi was my absolute favorite. She always let me play with her hair and I watch her have little beauty pageants.

I didn't want to see anything happen too her. So I got up and limped after Jeanie. "you can't hurt her!" I yelled.

Jeanie whipper around and smacked me across my face. I stumbled backwards feeling the sting linger across my face. She looked at me and growled.

"I'm not going to kill her you dumb child!" She yelled. "Just fallow me!"

She grabbed my hoodie and started dragging me. The pain from my leg canceled out the sting in my face. I flinched every time she pulled.

New made to Christi rooms, and inside was a typical setting for a 5 year old girl. The room was pink, dolls everywhere, fluffy blankets. I saw Christi tied up in her little play chair. She was crying and had bruises on her face. Jeanie let me go and went and grabbed Christi.

"To the garage!" she ordered. She pointed her gun at me since she could handle both me and Christi.

I made my way as fast as I could. it was hard to run when you're lame. I walked into the garage and saw Heather's blue car. Jeanie, still keeping me at gun point, shoves Christi in the back seat on the floor.

"Get in." She said flicking her gun in the direction of the passenger door.

I got in and she started the engine.

"Ready for adventure?" She smiled.

I gulped and stared ahead. Waiting for what's ahead.