The wind is coming, they are carrying knives, and set out to kill me. The only thing I know is to run, and never look back. Twelve chimes of the bell, blood spilt. I have the thing they requested, I am the one they required. I hear a scream, then knives in her body. I picture my mother dead, I picture them all dead. You might ask why, why are they dead? Because of me.
I am no one, everyone just calls me Bitch. I used to live in a harsh area of the city, but I escaped. They caught up with the rest of us but not me, they told me that I could run fast, but not enough to escape.
As I turned the corner strong hands grabbed me and pinned me down. I struggled, but to no avail.
" Hold the little bitch down, we just have to take her to them." Someone said.
Then someone gagged me and muffled my cries of help, they bound me with ropes. Suddenly a napkin covered my face, I smelt death and fainted.
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Falling
Short StoryThis book is the life of a young girl, striving to find herself. But also finds herself falling deeper into the depts of society which swallows her whole.
