The World of the Unwritten

          The darkness surrounds the citizens of this world, called "The Goners". It's one of those cities, everyone always tries to avoid it.

"Can we go?" questioned the youngest unnamed of their tribes.

The eldest, along with the rest of the tribe continued to pause and stare at her in confusion. 

The eldest stated to the young child "Goodbye dear child, leave on your own. I am disowning you, Do not hunt me down, do not ever consider me your mother again." she stated.

The little girl then began to cry for this was the only way of life she had learned. The world of the Unwritten began to unfold right under her feet.

They go their separate ways and the little girl runs into other unwritten citizens, she begins to shake and scream. She states "Mom- she...she left me behind and told me I am no longer hers. Help me." 

She was too quiet to be heard, so the other citizens continued walking right past her little soul. Inside the little girls pocket, there is a knife, a rock, and a single little bean. All she has to survive for though she has no skills taught to her on how to be alone. She begins to scream, the dark figure that lurks her mind has come to attack, he has a plan to kill. She is running as fast as she can and it still isn't good enough. 

"DIE!" the figure continues to scream towards her.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" repeatedly yelled towards the young girl.

She trips and regrets every single moment of her life. The figure continues to get closer, and closer to her. She was touched, the figure of her mind has control of her now.

The figure states "If you move one more inch you will be killed, if you don't move I have no promises that you will stay alive either."

She twitches her leg, relentless of what could happen. The figure takes his arms, wraps it around the little girl...and begins to pull tighter around her neck. She reaches down to her pocket slowly gasping for air to find her knife sticking out in arms reach.

"Help me I'm gonna die out here!" she says hesitantly in fear.

She stays trembling, knife in her hand against the floor. The figure still has ahold of her, unable to move a muscle. She pulls the knife upwards towards her neck. 

"Be gone in the name of the spirits, figure. You cannot own me anymore" She screams at the top of her lungs.

She jabs the knife into her neck and falls to the ground. The figure states his final words as "I wonder who will be my next victim to come."