"No!" she screamed out, running blindly through the falling snow. Catching her foot on a hidden stone, the little girl tripped, tumbling to the ground and rolling down a steep hill. Sliding to a stop she lay still, tears swelling up in her eyes. "Mommy...Daddy..." she cried out weakly. The pain from her fall had knocked the breath out of her, her face and limbs covered in scratches that burned like fire, only causing the tears to come faster.
What happened? Why can't I remember?
She lay there silent as her warm tears streaked down the side of her face and across the bridge of her nose, washing away the dirt on her face as it went.
We were all at home...
She thought hard, images flashing through her mind, most coming and going too fast for her to comprehend.
Some men and-
Her eyes grew wide in fear.
Blood.
That word stuck in her mind no matter how hard she fought to forget it, to push it out of her head.
Blood. Blood everywhere, so much blood.
She curled up into a ball as to keep warmth, crying that phrase over and over into her small numb hands. The roaring wind sent a chill over her already shivering body, causing her to squeeze tighter in useless effort to stay warm.
"Poor child,
all alone. Mommy and Daddy gone?" came a man's voice, a slight chuckle in his words.
The small child looked up, spotting a dark familiar figure leaning over her. Frozen with fear her eyes grew wide,
as if she was a deer caught in a pair of headlights. Something about this man made her hear pound in her ears, made her breath cease. Made her want to run away. Far away from him.
Move! Run away!
Despite what she told herself, she couldn't even will herself to blink, let alone stand and run away. She let out a whimper that had been stuck in her throat, her eyes overflowing in warm salty tears. "P-please" was all she could say before her throat constricted again. She couldn't talk any longer.
The man knelt down over her, arms on either side to keep her from running. Now that he was closer she could tel out his features. His hair was a dirty blond flowing down to just above his shoulders if it had not been held up in a loose ponytail, his eyes sharp and crimson red. Raising his right hand, he stroked her cheek, leaving an unpleasant feeling on her skin. His expression was smug as he held her gaze "Why aren't you running? Are you afraid of me?"
"Hmm." he chuckled, seemingly pleased by her silent fear stricken face. "No matter. It saves me the trouble of chasing after you any longer." He leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear.
What he said sent a chill down her spine, her mind screaming out in fear.
"Don't worry little one. It'll all be over soon."
tada!
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