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mark

jack

ethan

mild swearing

first person fic

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It's odd how your life can change so quickly. How easily your choices can ruin someone else's life. How fast things can take a turn for the worst.

And the choices you make will always influence the world. Like the bald man's choice to kill my family one by one on my birthday.

Wow that's morbid. I'm Rosalind. My life was fine up until my thirteenth birthday. It was 12:00 AM, when I heard my mom screaming horrifically. I ran down the stairs to watch in horror as the bald man in the black suit killed her, and stood in the blood of my brother and father who had died before. He chucked his knife at me and it pierced my side. Not knowing what to do, I ripped it out and stabbed him. Climactic start, I know. How easily my life was changed that day.

My other relatives were dead as well. It felt as if my whole world was ripped out from under me. So, I ran. It was a weird feeling. All this time, if I wanted to, I could've left. How easy it was to run as fast as I could. I felt my hands grow numb and my life start to flash before my eyes. I kept running though. All the way to the airport. With my backpack full of all the food, money and clothing it could carry I boarded a plane to England. I had always wanted to go there, and this seemed like my new beginning.

I quickly found a window seat and made myself comfortable. I was sad, yet I couldn't cry. I was too shocked. So, I put my large, purple headphones on and blasted music. What else could I do? My side still ached, as only an hour ago I had pulled a knife out of it and stabbed someone else with the same knife. Gotta say that was pretty freaking badass! I held a small cloth to stop the bleeding and breathed in and out. I could do this. It wasn't hard.

I soon fell asleep on the long ride. Finally after 6 hours, the plane came to a start. I was in London England. There were not many houses near by, but one stood out. A small yet cozy white house, that was surrounded by woods was my next destination. I made my way over, still clutching my waist. You could easily tell I was bleeding hard and the bruises on my face and body did not help. I braced myself for any reaction and knocked on the door.

"Hello?" A voice called out. It was a male and seemed...Irish? "Hi...I need help I'm sorry I just-" The man came to the door and smiled. He had bright green hair and complimentary blue eyes. His smile quickly faded though, as he saw I was in pain. "Dude? Are you okay? Oh my god, you're like 13? You-I-Just lay on the couch I'm gonna call Mark. I'm Sean by the way." The words bounced off his tongue, as he led you inside to a soft leather couch. "Thank you so much Sean. I'm Rosalind." I said, adjusting my postition on the sofa, so I didn't bleed all over it.

"No problem"

Hey! So that was the first chapter, please leave a review so I know what to add! More chapters coming really soon!