THE DOG AND THE GIRL

Dead Fish

Chapter 1~

   People are born one different scales in life. Some get the better side of the scale: health, money, and luxury. However, some get the worst side: sickness, poverty, and difficulties. Yet, some are entirely average, not too much, not too little...

   Running, escaping, and screaming. That was what I was doing right now. I was avoiding the people who wanted me dead. I was running with the hope of knowing that there was a place where I wouldn't have to run anymore. Time doesn't wait for anyone, not even for the wealthiest of people.

    I hear the barking of a dog and guns. I know the sound of firearms when I hear them, that sound replaced the music of my favorite music box my father had gotten me. NO. NO. NO. I can't let another creature die because of my stupidity, my idiocy, my naiveness. I run to the sound where the dog's loud, harsh barking becomes more emphatic and louder.

  There I see two men kicking a small feeble dog. The dog had a collar, did its owner abandon him? Did its owner die? Who cares I rush to the dog and make my voice audible. "HEY, HEY LEAVE THE POOR DOG ALONE," I screeched. Instantly the two men's heads whipped my direction with a scowl painted upon their rugged and nasty faces.

  "Oh lookie here a lil girly wants to play," exclaimed one of the two men. "Ain't this a blessing, she looks not older than 17," said the other man. Immediately, I started to back up as the men inched closer and closer. I was about to run away when I smashed against a dead tree. Oh no. I look back the two men now surround me, and I have no way of escape. Oh no, what do I do think Ilsa THINK!

  Just then, I feel a nasty hand wrap around my body. This single movement led my thoughts to crash into reality. I look up and see a man with greasy black hair, yellow teeth, and the smell which could kill a dead fish again. I hold my breath, so I don't vomit because of this man's appearance.

  "What do you want?" I question the man. I hear the man laugh out loud, and may I say his laugh was worse than his smell. "Oh girly, your a female and I'm a male, what do you think I want?" said the man in his rough and strained voice. after that sentence, he grabs my arm and shoves my face into his chest. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" I scream. "The man who will take your maidenhood," replied the man smugly.

  The moment I heard that, I looked at the other man who looked like he was horrified by that sentence, as much as I was. "Ralph," he said, "rob her and go; that is what we agreed on." The man who was holding me replied with a quick and sharp shut up. However, before he inched any closer, he fell to the ground screaming. 

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