I remember the moment I figured it out.
That my cries of help, my screams, my flails would help none.
Nobody would come to my rescue.
I decided then that I was going to give up. I knew my life was over. I stopped pulling, pushing and struggling to get away as the concrete connected sharply with my forehead once more. The pain came in a sharp red light that faded into white. I could feel my skull cracking... The tiny rocks digging and gouging into my skin. As much as it hurt, and much as I was bleeding, and as much as I missed Mommy and Daddy,
I could only hope the next smash would be the one to end my life.
I could barely hold my eyes open, and if I did, the blood running down from my forehead would just get into them anyways. I could feel Uncle Johnny lift up my head again by my long curly hair, tugging it up roughly. Then, he screams into my ear. "You ruined the Game Sally!" He screams a few more threatening things, only to smash my head back down onto the cement barrier. I realized soon that the pain lessened, and my sight darkened. I didn't know what it meant. I could barely feel him lifting my head up now. His screams seemed like a whisper. They seemed so distant and frail. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate. It was all dead silent. I couldn't hear my skull cracking against cement, his screams, or my rushed, panicked breathing. I couldn't feel the rocks, His hand tugging on my hair, or the pain between my legs, on my head, or on my nose. But I only was aware of one thing.
I couldn't feel or hear a heartbeat.
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FanfictionWhen 8 year old Sally Williams is raped and murdered by her own Uncle, and forced to stay with a new family of monsters and killers, nothing seems to be going her way. There's nobody at this new place that she could possibly make friends with; Or is...
