There Is Still Hope

The New Travel System

For those of you who don't know, I have several other stories that I have to update so the next chapter won't come in a while. Any way's hope you lot enjoy this one! And just so you know, I OWN NOTHING

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Zita's POV

(A/N: Don't skip this, this is important. There may be some triggers in this just so you know. If you don't want to read them, then I'm gonna put this ><><><><><>< to tell you when that stuff is over and I'll put these !@!@!@!@! to tell you when it begins. Ok? Kay. Back to the book!)

As I was walking down the streets of Hobbiton, I was feeling at ease in this time of day. I couldn't believe I was in my childhood dream home. When I was a lil' girl, I always dreamed of Hobbiton, Erebor, Rivendell, all the sort. But, never thought that I would actually live in it. It's my home now. Things couldn't be better.

"Zita!". I turned around to find Fili running towards me and smiling. He's so adorable when he smiles. I laughed and said, "Hey Fili! Sup?". He caught up to me and replied, "Not much. But I do have to ask something.". I furrowed my eyebrows and asked, "Yeah, what is it?". !@!@!@!@! Suddenly everything went dark and desolate. A blood red moon hung in the dark sky, filling me with a familiar feeling of fear. Leaving me in the dark alone. Or so I thought.

"Why did you leave me behind?". I quickly turned around to see the one person I never thought I'd see. Jensen. He slowly waked towards me and repeated with much more force, "Why did you leave me behind?!". I stumbled back and tripped on a treeroot, falling on my back. I tried to back away from him as quickly as possible, but was grabbed from behind and pulled straight back on my feet. I struggled to get out of the stranger's grip, but failed. I turned my head to see who was restraining me. The person who was holding me back was my brother, Michael.

"Why did you leave us all behind?". As I turned back, everyone I cared about and loved stood right in front of me. Family and friends. Bloody, lifeless, and destroyed. They all opened their eyes in sync to show glowing, red eyes. Their voices echoed over and over again, saying the same things.

"Failure!"

"Liar"

"Freak!"

"Traitor!"

"Who would ever love you?!"

"You're a monster!"

"A coward!"

"Burden!"

"Abomination!"

"Please, stop it!", I pleaded, but it did no good. They were advancing on me with looks of hatred and painful words spilling out of their mouths, like a waterfall. I crumbled to my knees and began to cry. Everyone hated me. Nobody loved me. No one is safe when I'm around. I'm a burden, a freak, never to belong anywhere. I want this to end. NOW!!! I grabbed my knife and plunged it into my chest, my blood oozing out of the wound. I fell on my side and watched as everyone laughed at mE and began to chant the words again, kicking me, scratching at me, stabbing me. Torturing me over and over and over again. The voices continued to speak becoming more and more harsh with their words, leaving me to be ripped apart by my loved ones.

"Zita!".

Huh? Who the hell is that?

"Zita! ZITA WAKE UP!!!".

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I woke up with a jolt and screamed out of fear from the nightmare, punching the first person who grabbed me and making them yell in pain. I swiftly moved back away from the people who woke me up, afraid of what they were gonna do next. As my back hit the tree, I tried to control my breathing. It was like this every damn night, and it still scares me. Someone knelt beside me and held me in a close embrace. I didn't know who it was, but I didn't do anything to reject the gesture. I just kept my eyes shut and held that person close.