Beginning
My name is Elizabeth.
My dad is dead.
My mom is dead.
I am dying.
My eyes were blurred with tears as they fell down my face. I screamed, blood coursing down my face. I whimpered, my blood felt hot, boiling.
I blinked the glare of the light bright. I watched as the large figure began to walk away.
"Mister," I whispered, "Mister, please. Please help me."
He turned. His black eyes burned. "You will die child, you will die now."
He spun on his heel and left.
