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.