Running away was all I wanted to do. Nothing more. 'Just let me be. I hate my life. I want to die.' He took a shot, then fled straight after me. With that one bullet, he changed the life I loved forever. It distorted me. 'I want to leave. I hate my life. I want to die.' I thought I trusted him. I thought he was the love of my life. I was wrong. He betrayed me. 'Just let me be. I hate my life. I want to die.' How can I go on? My life has changed and it will never again be the same. He was supposed to be mine. But no, I am deceived. Death is all I want. But why can't I die? Why? With that one bullet, all the life had gone from her eyes. The wonderful girl that I once knew, was gone.
With that one, little bullet, my only reasons for living had disappeared. The man I thought I once loved and my little sister whom he had so cruelly snatched away from me. He was my only hope after my parents' terrible car crash. But I realized then that he was always the perpetrator behind the attacks and I, had loved him. I was steered wrong. He acted like he loved me too, but in the end, he didn't. He never did. Without any hesitation, he shot her, square in the chest, and right before my tear stained eyes. Then he turned to me. I knew if I died, my sister would cry up in heaven along with my parents and the others that loved me. So I ran. I just ran. I turned to the woods and went straight for them with full speed. I jumped over logs and twisted around trees, as thoughts swirled around me like birds in the wind.
"HE SHOT MY SISTER, my beautiful, beloved sister and we are gathered here today for the death of the dearly beloved, Stacey. NO, NO, I can't think like that. Paramedics will be on there way soon. We were in town, some one must have heard a loud gunshot. She isn't dead. She is okay. I know she is!" And then I fell, tripping over a log, distracted by my own thoughts.
When I tripped over the log, my nose smashed open in the mud. I was in agony, even more so because of the agony I felt for my losses. I might just go and crawl away to die. There was nothing else left of mine anyways, except the mud on my cursed face and a brother who was long gone from my life! My only goal, was to seek vengance upon the cruel man and to find my brother.
"Mom, dad," I thought to myself, "I'll avenge you both, and Stacey too-my beloved sister-I won't let you die in vein."
More gunshots are fired, aimed for my frail body. In a panic, I ran further into the woods, wiping the mud off my face with my jacket sleeve as I go, and cursing this man in my head. A bright light shined ahead of me, naturally I ran up to it, and what I found, only scared me even more for my life. I found a mutilated body of a boy looking as if he were only twelve years old. I checked his face, thinking it was my brother, but it wasn't. My brother, my only remaining family member, and he's missing.
"I'm gonna find my brother, before that man does. I, Rose McCready, will avenge my fallen loved ones, and I willl stop this madman from harming any other lives!
He's there now! I can hear his footsteps and can see him running through the trees! Can he see me? I don't think so, but this is my chance. I have to stop him. This may be my only chance. It looks like I have nothing but my bare hands..."
"Why?" I stepped closer tears running down my face. "Why did you do this?" As I got closer, I saw his piercing blue eyes, remembering the days we were on the beach together, remembering all the smiles, the joys and for a second, I forgot what I was doing here, a blade in my hand. But then I looked down and saw his clothes covered in blood, her blood and all the lust in me intensified. I had to do this, love was not a factor anymore. I mean, who could love someone that took everything away from them? How could I love someone that shot my sister right before my eyes. As I looked into his face, I knew I had to finish this fast before I backed out. This was for my family. I had to do this, I knew that I did, but why was it so hard?
I launched at him, but I was looking at the gun at the same time.When I landed on him, the gun landed beside some trees. I thought that maybe, just maybe I could reach them, but I knew that I didn't have much strength left in me, I ran forward anyways. Before I could get it, I fell. He grabbed my leg and tried to pull me down. I had to resist, so I kicked him in the face. Blood. More blood on him. I had my chance and I ran forward for the gun. Yes, I finally had it! I turned around to face him, pointing the gun at his chest.
"Rose,I love you."
"Really then why did you killed my family!" I had tears on my face. He responded.
"What!! You are sorry? Oh no, mother fucker.You killed almost all my family and you say you're sorry! I won't let him reach my brother!" He then launched back at me trying to regain the gun.We fought and a shot was heard, but it hit a nearby tree.
"Give me the gun sweetie" He said in the same creepy and sweet guy tone that used to work on me. He tackled me to the ground and sat driectly on my chest and started taking his sweet old time knowing I wouldn't be able to lift a 156 pound man off my chest alone. He had finally managed to take the gun away from me and was cleaning it off, checking how many bullets he had left. "This is where you die" He continued "You know, Rose I really did love you. You were so beautiful. But then you had these bitchy moments and I knew you needed to be taught a lesson." he said everything in his taunting voice."Do you wanna know how I killed your parents? They were pretty easy to knock off" I struggled to get him off of me, wiggling and squirming beneath him. He, however didn't notice it and carried on. "They were driving down the freeway in the rain, on their way to the car shop to fix the seat belts because I had cut them earlier that same morning. The rain was coming down really hard, but then your 'daddy' recieved a phone call. Do you remember that that phone call, was from you. You called them to ask if you could go somewhere. It wasn't too important if you ask me." I kept squirming, both of my arms were pinned down by his feet, but I was able to wiggle my left hand out free. I tried to slug him, but he easily trapped my arm back under his foot.
"What do you want from me? I was nothing but nice to you, I'm sorry I was a bitch to you, okay? Just let me go, please. Show mercy. Please, show some mercy." I begged.
"Your father spun and swirled and then flipped over, other cars honking, people screaming, and it turned out to be a humongous pile up. Don't you remember? Because their death was all your fault, sweetheart." He finished and I spit on him in a pitiful attempt to get him off of me.
"Spit as much as you want baby, cuz you're gonna die," He said pointing the gun at my head. I closed my eyes, thinking how everything turned out to be like this, how such a person entered my life in the first place, there is nothing I could do.
"I'm sorry sis, I'm sorry Mom and Dad, I'm sorry that you are going to cry on me in the heavens, now I'm gonna cry at my self with you." A gunshot fired again, my ears ringing from the explosion. I opened my eyes and a white ray pierced my eyes. "Is this the heavens?" I said confused. I looked around and I was still laying in the same spot, but there was no extra weight weighing me down anymore. I heard someone crying just feet away from me. I was curious, so I sat up to find the cause.
"AHH, leave me be, you stupid dog!" The man pushed the dog away from him and shot another bullet at me. It missed my ear by inces, but I was uninterested in it and I focused my sight onto the dog. It was my brother's dog, Rex. He aggressively tore the hands of the man and he shrieked in pain.
I sat quietly just watching as he tried to kick and punch at the dog. Rex jerked his teeth with the full force of his head, pulling violently until something popped. Rex then began pulling him, his mouth gripping the man's gun hand directing them both further into the woods.He halted inbeteween a clearing of trees and released the man on the leaf covered ground with a dull thud.
I rose slowly, watching as if the scene was being shot in slow motion through my itchy eyes. The gun left his hand and I looked at it thinking about what I should do next.
"Get off me, you mongral" he shouted at Rex, breaking the silence, surprising me, and my mind speeding back into my body, time snapping back to normal. A wet crack sounded and a whimper from Rex told me that it was now or never. I dove for the gun as he pushed Rex's lifeless body from him for a second time and he lunged towards me yet again. I reached the gun and aimed it towards him.
I screamed "NOOOOOOOO" at the top of my lungs and shot the gun again. He stopped, blood running down his left wrist and now his right shoulder where the bullet had penetrated him. It went straight through between bone, veins, and tendons without doing any damage at all.
"Ouch, you're gonna pay for that, bitch" he spat at me and took a step cloeser. I shot again, but all I heard was the sound of metal on metal as a hammer hit an empty chamber. Then nothing. Darkness and a numb feeling hit me like a steam roller and I was out again. "Well done, boy," the man said to another, my brother, as he dropped the heavy tree branch he used to knock me out cold.
I awoke on a cold metal table, a green cotton sheet draped over me. My head hurt like a bitch, and I could not move the gag in my mouth which hurt and forced me to breath through my nose.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," The voice said from behind me! I couldn't look behind me, but I could tell it wasn't my brother. My brother had a voice like birds singing. I tried to talk, to move, to do anything. All I could manage, was to wiggle my toes. The man, whoever he was, walked into my line of vision. My god. He's gorgeous! That's probably not what a normal person would say, but I'm not exactly normal, am I? "I'm going to take the gag off, okay? You're going to be quiet and listen to my full story." I can't nod my head, something is holding me down. What the hell is this prison and why am I being held? I just wiggle my toes up and down. He looked at them and chuckled. If I was butter, I would be melted. That laugh, so mysterious. So breathtaking. I needed more of it. He walked his way over and took off the gag. My voice was hoarse and sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"W-w-water." I said and I point to my head. He nodded and called out to someone to grab a glass of water. He walked over and took the thing off my head. He reached down and took the straps off my chest, off my arms, off my legs, and off my ankles. He motioned me to sit up and when I did, I felt as if I could back off the table. He came to my side and supported most of my weight. I looked down and I saw that all I'm wearing is a long sleeved white buttoned shirt and my panties. That's it.
"You look adorable in my shirt, my little firecracker." he said and looked at me in my face. "Sorry, bad joke, Rose. Now, let me explain."
"Who are you?"
"Now sweetie, you're a little curious aren't ya, eh?" I gulped. Who was this man? "Your father, was a very jealous man."
"What? My father was n-"
"Shhh," He cut me off. "He was very jealous. I hated him. He was the one who got all the attention. I felt like I wanted him to die."
"What are you talking about?"
"So I hired someone. My nephew had connections."
"Shut up! So when I found out that it was your problem that they died, all your fault, we knew you were the problem."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your uncle."
I looked at him with disbeliving eyes. "You?" I shook my head, unable to believe it, yet I somehow did. It seemed that he was familiar somewhere in my innermost mind, but another part of me spoke of it being nothing more than an illusion. In short, a fabrication of my thoughts that was playing before my eyes like a film, one that made me feel awkward and uncomfortable.
Suddenly my brother walked in. My beautiful brother, Chris. Only now I looked upon him with new eyes. I was being kidnapped by my uncle and my brother! Boy, this family really did have some issues.
"How could you?" I asked my brother. I couldn't believe it, just when I thought I'd gotten my brother back, he was ripped away from me again. I looked into his eyes searching for a flicker of remorse, but his eyes were as cold and emotionless as ice. The past events have changed me now, and the scars have made me stronger, so now I sat, and waited to ponder my escape!