Take My Hand - Pure Heart sequel (ON HOLD)

Prologue

---so u don't exactly have to read pure heart to get this, but if u do u get a better idea of what's happening----

Prologue:

"Mom! He's here for me! He's here to kill me!" Alyssa screamed. I didn't know what was happing, first I was talking to my daughter, and then she starts to scream about someone trying to kill her. If I wasn't so close to my daughter, I would've thought she went crazy, but I knew Alyssa was a mature girl, and something no other human being was--- A pure heart. Or that's what "someone" told her. She hadn't told me whom. But, I didn't pressure her about it before, even though it was a question that'd been bothering me ever since she said it. Now I wish I had.

"Mommy! He's right there! Look mommy! He's standing by the door!" Alyssa screamed. I was so confused. Who was trying to kill her?! No, why? I stared at the door, there was no one! I only saw a door; I didn't see a person, just a DOOR. This was so puzzling.

"I can't see anything honey! Are you playing a game, because you kno-----"

"NO! Why would I play a game when I'm about to DIE!!! Mommy, he has a dagger!" Alyssa had backed up and pushed up against the wall. Her eyes had enlarged a bit. "Mom, he's coming. And he said you can't see him c-c-cuz you're not like me----- you're not a pure heart." Her voice was barely a whisper.

My breath caught, pure heart, the word played in my head. Pure Heart. I tried to fit the pieces together. The man must be chasing her because she was a Pure Heart!? But then my conscience stepped in again. Was there really a man here in the first place? Was he really trying to kill my only daughter? My own blood and flesh?

I looked at Alyssa; her face was nothing like I've ever seen her before. Her eyes were wide; they were blood shot red, and teary. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her legs wobbled. Her knees were caved inwards toward each other, and her eyes were glued to the door. She mustn't be lying. Why would she do this to herself on purpose?

"Mom?" she whispered. "Don't cry when I leave? Don't waste your life, like you almost did when dad died?" She was crying now and I only wished I could see what she was seeing.

"Honey, you're not going anywhere. You're staying right here, next to me." I went over and grabbed her hand, trying to shove out what she had just said out of my mind. She wasn't going to go anywhere, I told myself again, and again, and again, till I couldn't think anymore. I squeezed her hand as she lifted our hands to her face. My hand lay on her cheek, which was burning hot. My hand stung from the sudden heat.

She held me tight, her body still shaking. She closed her eyes for a split second, taking in a deep breath. I hugged her giving her comfort, showing her that I was here to help her that I would stay with her, it was the least I could do now. Or maybe it was the only thing I could do know.

Suddenly her eyes got wide, and she turned her back to me screaming. Her legs had given away, folded beneath her body. Her face was turned toward the wall and she was cursing.

"Stop it! Leave me alone! I don't want you! I hate you! Don't kill me!" she sobbed. Again and again the tears fell off her face.

I was too shocked to feel anything, nothing was registering in my brain, it all felt like-a dream-no a nightmare. But when I saw the bloody slash on Alyssa's collar bone, I freaked out. It had appeared out of nowhere and there were more slashes popping out of nowhere all around her body! She was a bloody mess.

"Alyssa!"

"He's killing me mommy." She said it so plainly as if she knew she was dead either way, as if no one could save her. "Mommy? Do you love me?" The question startled me. What was she thinking? Of course I do! She was losing it.

"Of course honey! You know I always loved you!"

"Mommy?" she said her voice so low and barely a whisper. The slashes were still appearing all over her body, and she was still ducking and doing weird things as if trying to avoid the "dagger" that I can't see. "Just try to see."

"So you're sure that there is someone trying to k-k-kill you?" I asked her with my voice shaking.

"Why else would I be bleeding like hell?!" she screamed while she dodged some more. She was yelling to "the someone" but I didn't bother making out the words. I was too busy trying to see the man. I squinted my eyes, focusing. At first I felt stupid but as I heard my daughter scream with pain, her body already scratched up with deep cuts, she was weak and she lay down defenseless, unable to move.

She just kept oozing out blood, until her face was drowned from all life in it. I could only hear her deep breaths which might be her last. Her last-no! No! She was dying! My daughter is dying! There is a man who killed my daughter! I focused on the space around Alyssa until suddenly I saw him. A young boy with dark hair and dark eyes held a dagger in the air ready to strike.

"Nooooooo!!!!!" I screamed running at him ready to rip his throat out, ready to stop him from killing my only daughter. But I was too late; he stuck the dagger into her heart. His dagger cut through her skin and then he took out her heart and put it in a jar. "You monster! You monster! Put her heart back in!"

The boy turned to look at me. A look of confusion spread across his face.

"How, how do you see me? You're not a p-p-pure heart?" he said frightened. I didn't bother answering the question I just lunged for him. But he ran out the door and I fell on my face. He had taken the jar with him and when I walked back to look at my heartless daughter, she was dead.

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I sat in my room quietly. It was dark, the only light shone from my cell phone. I looked to my right and then to my left. Making sure there was no one. I smiled, trying to lighten my dead mood. I looked back at the blank paper in front of me. I grabbed a pen and started writing. My hand trembled as I wrote.

...The swirls....the gems...the sudden strength....I should've protected her...danger...Keep looking, try hard and you'll see the killer...Try to save pure hearts...As mother's we should keep this as our goal...pass it on...and find a way...for your daughter might be in danger...just like mine- ----------

I stopped writing for a second, my eyes teered, I felt my heart ache. A tear made its way to the paper and it left a splotch where it fell. I quickly wiped it away. And continued writing wiping away the tears as I continued to cry.

...just like mine had died.

Selisa (the mother of a dead girl)

I tucked the letter in my pocket and drove off to my old friend. I looked up at the sky hoping that she still remembered me...I really needed her.

***********So i don't really know when i'll be uploading... it's going to be random, since i have so much work i might upload every two weeks...:( sorry to dissapoin u guys!***********

----------Also i was wondering what genre this should be, please help-------