Chapter 1: Memories

*In a dark alley*

Her eyes shot opened as she sat up, gasping for air. She remembered almost nothing but the sounds of cries, smoke filling her lungs, and pain. It just started to hurt a lot ever since she sat up.

She tried standing up but it only resulted falling down again. A silent gasp escaped from her as she saw scars, blood, and bruises decorating her body. Her once silky blue dress now torn apart, along with her shoes. Suddenly, a bunch of memories appeared in her mind, showing her as a toddler to a now teenage girl who had suffered from abusing along with others from the orphanage. It then lastly showed how she died.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Memory~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A young girl sat in the corner, crying and shaking. Her used-to-be a long silky shade of melted honey was now greasy and messy, stains of blood coating the tips. She had once again saved one of the younger girls, a doe-eyed girl named Susan, from getting raped by him, the owner of the orphanage.

Her actions, however, ended with good new and bad news. The good news, Susan wasn't raped. The bad news, she, herself was the one raped (once again). She was pretty much used to it, saving the younger ones from being forced out of their innocent minds and getting hurt instead while the older ones would always enjoy her pain.

She finally stopped crying and stood up; her tear-stained face was now replaced by a mask, void of emotion. She knew better than to cry in a corner. She had a job to do and that was to protect the young ones.

She froze as she heard the old, chipped door creak open. She then heard a familiar voice quietly calling out to her.

"Na-natty, I had a bad dream about the bad man" It was Molly, a seven-year-old girl with short curly brown hair and forest green eyes. Nat turned around as her face changed into one full of concern.

"Again?" her slightly hoarse voice said. Molly would always have bad dreams, ever since the night he tried to rape her, but, of course, Nat saved her.

"Come here" she said, spreading her arms wide open. Molly then ran up to her and cried, large pools of tears dripping from her cheeks and onto Nat's bloody nightgown. She comforted the child, rubbing her head and whispering soft words. Her eyes full of pain, sadness, and anger.

"What's going on?" a sleepy voice said from a nearby room. It was Molly's slightly older brother, Will, who was eight. He had chestnut brown hair and forest green eyes, freckles spread across his nose and cheeks.

"She had a bad dream again." Nat whispered, gazing softly at the now sleeping girl. She then sighed and closed her light caramel eyes for a bit, saying, "Come on, and help me tuck her in." She stood up, carrying Molly in her arms as she and Will walked to his bedroom.

She gently tucked her in and kissed her and Will on the forehead goodnight before going back to her room.

-~-~Next day (in her memory) ~-~-

She woke up to small hands shaking her. Her body aching as she slowly sat up, mentally sighing in relief as the shaking stopped.

"What's going on?" she asked the group of kids. They all had tear-stained faces and were sniffing now and then.

"It's Molly, she won't wake up." Her entire body froze, Will's words cutting her deeply like a knife. She quickly got up, making sure not to knock down the little ones before running to Molly's room.

She quickly opened the door and gasped in horror, staring at the blood splattered room, guts and limbs spread across the room, she then noticed a curl of brown hair and quickly looked to her left. She immediately regretted it, Molly's head was on the table, separated from her body, and her dull, lifeless eyes stared back at her.

"Like what you see?" his voice echoed around the room. She swiftly turned around and glared at him. He was a man in his early 40's with messy jet black hair and cruel grey eyes staring back at him. She didn't have time to react as she heard a gunshot, feeling pain in her lower abdomen. She coughed up blood as she collapsed. A little glad the older teens weren't here at the moment, since they decided to go on a camping trip.

She then stared in horror as she watched him light a match and throw it on the blood-covered floor. It immediately bursts to flames; cries of the children could be heard. "Run! Leave immediately!" she yelled loudly before coughing again, just then a piece of the ceiling fell on top of her, crushing her back.

She cried out as she felt his foot on her head, kicking her hardly.

Her mind relaxed a little as she heard small pairs of feet running from this terrible place. But then, he also heard and began to go after them, not risking any chances.

She was dying from blood loss but kept trying to stay awake. She barely managed to grab a hold of his foot before the entire roof fell on both of them. She then let go of him, too weak to do anything.

She then closed her eyes, finally giving in to the darkness with one last thing on her mind:

'I'm sorry Molly'…

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Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please R&R and hope you like my remake of my other story. Till then, see ya!(^-^!)