It Will Never be the Same Again

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(Dedicated to one of my best friends, Lauren. We miss you.)

-not proof read-

   Dad looks at Sam, “Put the gun down, Sam. You don't need to do that."

“I will if you give us the information we need." He says sharply, pushing the gun at my head.

   Dad sighs. He looks at me with worried yet calm eyes.

Where's Mom? I silently ask him.

   He gives the tiniest smile.

   My body is immediately filled with hope and confidence. Mom is safe. She can save us.

Right?

   A man opens the door and walks in grabbing me by the arm.

“Lets go, Princess." He spits at me, tugging me out the room.

“Tell us, she lives; if not she -" Sam starts but the door slams shut before I could hear all he says.

   The man pulls me into another room across the hall and throws me at a chair. I reluctantly sit and he ties me to the chair with ropes.

“My instructions are simple, torture, 'till the old man spills. If not, well, let's just say you won't be so lucky."

   The man walks to a closet and pulls out a bucket and a rag.

“Be right back." He mumbles and exits the room, slamming the door.

   I sit in the room, and sit, and sit. Until he returns, the bucket filled with water.

   He sets the bucket beside me, he grabs my head and pulls it back so that I'm looking at the ceiling.

   I start to shake, terrified of what he might do. With the rag in hand he puts it on my face, it covering my mouth and nose.

   He then pours some of the water onto the rag on my face.

   I try to breathe but no air comes. I feel like I'm... drowning... The water keeps coming and I try to jerk my head forward but he holds it tightly. I start coking and coughing trying to spit the water out, but nothing works.

   He stops for a minute letting go of my head and I pull it foward immediately, knocking the rag off my face. I suck in the air and stifle a small scream and start to cry. The salty tears running down my face.

   Then he grabs my head again and puts the rag back on.

   More water, more cries, more pain, more fear.

   He does this over and over again. I'm helpless.

   By the time he's out of water I can feel that my face is pale and lifeless. I can't stop shaking in complete fear.

   He leaves to get more water.

   So I sit and sit. The door handle rattles and slowly opens, with a creak. A small figure comes into view.

“Angie?" It whispers softly.

“Mom?" I squeak.

   She rushes in and I see that it is Mom. When she sees me her eyes grow more worried and scared. She comes to me and quickly unites the ropes. and helps me up.

“Do you know where Dad is?" She asks as we walk out of the room. I point to the room he's in and she puts her ear to it. After a minute she opens the door and rushes in.

   I stay in the hall. She and Dad come out and they each take one oft hands. We rush through halls, past doors and through rooms  it I pay no attention.

   We find a back door and are about to run out when we hear a loud and commanding 'stop!'. We turn and see Sam with his gun. Pointed at me. Dad stands in front of me right when Sam pulls the trigger.

   It hits him right in the middle of the chest. He stumbles and pushes Mom and I out the door, him behind us. We hear another shot and see Dad shut the door and just stand there. He smiles at us and mouths, 'I love you', then he falls.

   I stand there. Eyes wide, mouth open, and then knees on the ground. I collapsed onto the ground and just sob.

   Mom runs to Dad and pulls him so he's sitting up.

“No, no, no, no. No!" She screams, “I love you, I love you so much!" Her voice growing smaller.

   The door swings open and Sam walks out. He looks like a blood thirsty murder. His hair is messy and clothes torn and tattered. He holds the gun pointed at Mom and before I know it I'm up and I grab her and run.

“No!" She screams again as we leave Dad lying on the ground. Sam goes to him and kicks him.

   I just run. Don't know where. We hear another shot and I start to feel a pain in my arm. I look down and see the thick red blood oozing out of my newfound wound.

   I keep running though. Mom tries to stop to see my arm but I don't let her.

   Eventually we get to the middle of town. I honestly do t know how, but we did.

   I see the local hospital and start running towards it when I hear, “Angelina! Angelina!"

   I look around and see Silvia running towards me.

“Ohmygosh are youalright?!" She exclaims super fast.

   She sees my arm, “Oh my goodness, come, come with me."

   She takes my other arm and grabs mom's hand and rushes us into the hospital.

“I have an emergency, get Jones down here right now!" She says to the lady at the front desk as soon as we walk in.

   She nods and picks up the phone and calls 'Jones' down.

   I look at my arm again; blood and blood and blood is just pouring out. All of the sudden I feel dizzy, and I know it's the effect of the lack of blood, I don't have time to get to a chair. I just fall.

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A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't posted in forever, I've been going through some really tough stuff lately and haven't had time. I'm gonna make this short: I don't know when I'll be able to post again so just hang tight, FYI my story will have a upcoming conclusion as well.

No poll today.

Bye little reader!  :3

<«>Stay safe, ok? It can get pretty dangerous out in the world.<»>