The Monsters in The Shadows

PROLOGUE

"I'M NOT SENDING MY OWN daughter away, Scott!" My mom whispered fiercely.

Even though my bedroom door was closed, I could hear the murmurs from my parents perfectly.

I was getting ready for school, and they were arguing about me, something that seemed to happen quite often.

"Sasha, you already know that they're gathering the survivors. There's no reason for us to try to protect her anymore." My father spoke in that tone parents use when they're trying trying to keep calm.

At the time I didn't understand why they were arguing, but something told me that the final decision on the matter won't be a good one.

"No, Scott! That's no excuse for just giving our little girl to the government!" Mom's voice picked up a notch.

My father hushed her. "It's either that, or their going to take her away with force."

Mom didn't reply, and only the soft sounds of her sobs could be heard.

I couldn't bear hearing Mom cry.

I unlocked my door, rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I buried my face in her blouse.

"Mom, don't cry. I'm not going anywhere!" My voice was muffled because of the blouse.

Spoke to damn soon.

Because the second the words left lips, it all went to shit.

Our front door burst open, men dressed in black flooded the living room, the kitchen.  Various items crashed around them as they swarmed around us. 

I let out a shriek, and my Dad shoved us behind him, throwing his hands up protectively. I buried my face back into my mother blouse, and she wrapped her arms around my body, pressing me to her.

A gruff voice spoke up. It sounded like a man.

"We've waited long enough. Your out of time. For your safety, you must hand over your child to us."

The voice held no emotion.

And it struck me with fear.

What is he talking about? Why would he want Mom and Dad to hand me over?

"We will not!" Mom shouted. She backed up toward the sink, her firm arms pushing me back until my back hit the cool marble surface.

"That's an order, Mrs. Miller."

Before my parents could react, my mother was ripped from in front of me. She let out grunt of frustration as her arms were pinned behind her back by one of the men in black uniforms.

"Sasha!'' My father tried to reach for her, but another man pinned his hands behind his back.

"Mom!" I screeched, taking a step forward. Someone stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

That's when I noticed a gun being pointed at my head.

I froze.

"If you try anything, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." The man growled. He was the one who spoke first.

He was hideous. Long, ugly red scars covered the right half his face. The scars zigzagged across the skin. His right eye was shut tight because of the scars, and his left eye was an ugly shade of blue. He had no hair on his face, not even eyelashes, which made the scars look even worse.

I won't ever forget his face for the rest of my life.

"NO! Don't do this, Harry! Please! " My father struggled to escape the uniformed man's grasp.

I slowly placed my hands above my head, shooting a fearful glance at my parents.

My dad finally broke free from his captor's grasp and lunged toward me, his arms outstretched.

...I hate remembering this part.

I hate remembering the man turning sharply on his heel, facing my dad. The gun that was once pointed to my head was pointed my father's heart. That the gun made a loud bang as the man's finger pulled the metal trigger. I hate remembering that my father made a confused yelping noise as his body suddenly jerked backwards, and then fell to the ground. I hate remembering the pained cry that ripped from my mom's lips and then from my own.

I hate remembering how the blue shirt my dad was wearing had bright red blood splattered on the front, right on his chest.

His eyes filled with tears. He let out a violent cough, blood spouting from his mouth.

And then he was gone.

My mother let out a horrific scream.

And the rest... well, it should be obvious now. What happens next?

Someone grabbed me by my ponytail and dragged me out of the house.

It was raining. The icy raindrops covered me from head to toe. 

Funny, i didn't really feel the cold at the time.

I didn't have a jacket on, so I wrapped my arms around my body as I shivered in my school uniform.

Through the rain, I saw a yellow bus. A school bus.

But something felt wrong about it because it wasn't my school bus.

I tried to look back at my mom one last time, but the person holding my ponytail yanked my head forward. "Eyes forward, freak." a voice commanded.

I closed my eyes. I let my legs move in the direction i was forced to go in. Someone tied my hands behind my back, cutting off the circulation there.

"I love you, mom and dad." I whispered.

And my world came to an end.

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