His Purple Eyes

Chapter 1

"No, don't scream. I'm trying to help! Arianna look at me."

His cold hands held my face tightly and I stared back, scared and confused.

My night dress whipped at my legs and my red hair blew into my eyes.

My heart was racing from the long run from my house to the dark woods.

His violet eyes burned into my golden ones.

This was too much for a small 5 year old girl.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I started to sob.

He immediately pulled me against his shoulder and he smoothed down my hair.

"One day I will make those men pay. Don't worry, Arianna. Run, just run. Go into the forest and don't look back."

"I don't know you! How can I trust you? The forrest is dangerous. I don't know what to do..." I cried out, confused.

"You're so smart! I know you and I'm helping you, that's all you need to know. Now we will meet later on. For now, run." His voice was desperate and urging.

I nodded and I realized that I had no choice but to trust him, so I started to run towards the forest.

But when I turned around for the last time, he was gone. It was as if he had disappeared into the night.

I sighed and I looked towards the dark woods.

I pulled up my red stained night gown so it wouldn't drag on the ground.

Then I ran.

Because it was all I could do.

. . . .

I woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up so suddenly, that I nearly hit my head on the bunk bed above me. After having the same dream for years, I would think that I would finally get used go it. That dream was from my childhood, which is a place I can't seem to escape.

. . . .

I was only five when they came into my house. It was late one night and I was tucked safe in bed. Before I fell asleep, I heard banging noises. I was always a curious kid so I got out of bed and sneaked to my bedroom door. I stopped when I heard my mothers voice yelling. This panicked me because she never yelled.

I heard different voices and they all sounded scary. A couple of men, and my father. I only caught bits and pieces of conversation but I knew something was wrong.

"No, we aren't going anywhere!" My father screamed desperately. "Why us? We have done nothing wrong! We did what we were supposed to!" My mother was begging. The yelling continued for what seemed like hours. It could have only been minutes, but to me, it seemed like forever.

"We need both of you. You'll come willingly or be forced." I couldn't understand what the first man meant by this. His deep husky voice was quickly cut off by the other guy who was much meaner."It doesn't fucking matter! We will hurt you and your daughter if you dont do what we say!"

That's when all hell broke loose. I heard things smashing and breaking. I don't remember much of what happened during that time, but I could never forget how scared I was.

All of a sudden my door burst open and a man was standing in front of me. His face was red from anger and he was holding a bloody knife. He had scars on his face, red eyes and a scruffy face. His hair was in a mess. My accurate memory kept these details, even though I sometimes wish I could just forget.