Disclaimer: I only own my character (Cherokee)and the plot. Everything else belongs to the respective parties.
(The prologue and first chapter were written by my best friend and edited and revised by was a story that was suppose to be written for me;before I tookhold of itbecause she was taking too long. I hope you enjoy.)
PROLOGUE
I stand drenched in blood. Dripping from the end of my shirt, dark red blood gathers in puddles in the creases of my shoes. I wipe my red stained hands on my jeans, trembling violently from the overwhelming smell of iron. My long black hair sticks to
my face as I lean against a wall for stability. I don't remember what happened or where I am. I don't even know whose blood i'm wearing. I glance around finding myself in someone's kitchen. My vision blurs and I lift my hands to wipe them. My hands
sting as old tears seep into the dozen little cuts engraved in my skin. Had I been attacked? Did someone else get attacked? Did I attack someone? I feel my knees buckle and I tumble to the floor, lying on the hard, icy wood with little strength to
stand back up.
I hear footsteps traveling above me and I panic. I begin to drag myself along the wall in the direction of the kitchen table. The steps grow louder as they change rhythm. Someone is coming down a flight of stairs. I let out a muffled cry
as i try to scramble away from the sound. It sounds like it's right on the other side of the wall. My hands stick to the wall as I push myself forward with my feet. I can feel my heartbeat in my chest. I take a deep breath when I realize I'm crying
again. My body aches but I keep moving. I hold my breath as the footsteps stop. My teeth chatter as i close my eyes. They could be right behind me. They're going to kill me. I bit my lip as I let out another cry. I slowly turn my head and look behind
me. Nothing. No one. I take a deep breath of relief and turn forward. As I curl my hand around the table leg, I feel to hands grab me by the hip. I shrieked, immediately closing my eyes. I begin kicking and flinging my arms around, trying to loosen
their grip.
"Cherokee!" a male voice hollers. "Cherokee, It's me!"
"Let go of me!" I scream. "Let go of me!"
"Cherokee-"
"Help!" I shriek. "Someone help me! Please!"
The hands drop from my hips and grab both sides of my face. I keep my eyes closed as they rub my cheeks, both fingers as rough as sandpaper and smothered in blood.
"Please let go of me!" I cry. "Please!" My lungs begin to burn as tears trickle down my cheeks. I gasp for air as i curl my body around the table leg. I feel the man gently tapping my cheek and shaking my shoulders.
"Open your eyes, Cherokee!" he begs. "Let go of the table!" I cling tighter to the furniture and shake my head. "I need to get you out of here!"
"No, please no!" I whisper. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" I feel his hands trail down my jaw until they wrap around my neck. "No, please don't!" I scream as I rest my head against the table. "Please don't kill me!"
"I'm so sorry." he answers softly. His grip tightens and I begin to suffocate. My lungs start to cry out for air and more tears fall from my eyes. Within only a second, I hear a loud snap and I let go of the table, falling towards the floor, falling into
nothing but a swallowing black abyss.