Secrets

Chapter 1: Trouble Maker

Secrets

Chapter One: Trouble maker

 What did I want?

My family alive.

What happened to them?

Blown by a tornado.

How sure was I they were dead?

0%. They're not dead. I won't believe that...ever.

Where was I now?

In the middle of nowhere.

It’s been two days since that terrible tornado destroyed my town and left me homeless, hungry, and unwanted, and here was I now, sitting at the dirty sidewalks begging for someone kind enough to give me alms. So far, I’ve made a dollar, but even I knew I couldn’t survive with just that. I needed at least ten dollars to get a decent meal and a new pair of slippers. Sighing to myself in frustration, I stood up, stomped my feet, and heartlessly kicked an empty Dr. Pepper can out of my way.

I thought that after my high school graduation, I’d be heading off to college with no worries and treacherous heartaches, but this freaking tornado came along and ruined everything. It was either I was out of luck or this was that stupid fate my friends kept telling me about. Please, like I’d ever believe that.

“Spare change, Madam?” I softly asked the woman in a business suit as I shook my tin can a bit from right to left. “Or maybe a piece of bread?” I pleaded with her once more as I tried to get her attention back to me, but, as I expected, they simply ignored me like I wasn’t of existence.

I did that routine from Night 1 up until now, and so far, as I was watching those people ignore me and walk away, I learned human’s true natures. There were two natures actually. One was the kind and lovable people and one was the rich, spoiled, and diehard greedy for money people, and I’ve learned to hate the second type of humans. They’re nothing but cruel, heartless, and apathetic. Those people only thought of themselves. They took away taxes from us, and used them for their own greed. They didn’t really care about us—hell, I didn’t even think they’d know what “care” actually meant, and even if I wanted to be rational and try hard to understand with them, I have a feeling that they’d always be the same.

“Hey! You’re in our spot.” Someone yelled from my left.

Without looking towards that direction, I quickly ran the opposite way, making sure that the dollar that I earned so hard since that night was safely tucked inside one of my short’s side pockets. Cursing when I saw two lanes, I wished for it to be my lucky day and absentmindedly took the right lane, which, in the end, smacked me hard on the face when I met face to face with a brick wall.

“Sh*t—a dead end.” I cussed under my breath.

Groaning from the annoying pain stinging from my bleeding nose, I was taken aback when I saw the four guys slowly walking towards me. I slowly walked back each step they took, until my back touched the brick wall, leaving me with no chance of making another move. The air kept getting thinner and sooner I found myself in a nerve-wrecking situation.

In other words, I was trapped.

“You should have let me finish talking before you ran away, Missy, that way I would’ve been kind enough to spare your life.” He threatened me before he held me by the neck as I struggled to breathe. “But since the obvious happened…any last words?” he smirked at me before he looked at me with the eyes of a murderer and placed a small knife on top of my neck.