Stories of the Broken Soul "Mommy," I whispered into the now, quiet house. "Dad?" I was scared, I had awoken from horrific screams. Before I reached my doorway, something howled loudly. I shrieked and turned to run to my bed, hoping to find shelter underneath my blanket. But before I crawled into my bed, I became frozen with fright. In my bed, was my body. Pale and pouring fresh blood from wounds that had not been there before. I slowly began to back away from the scene, and bumped into someone. "Oh Saana!" My father bent down, hugging me tightly. I felt his tears on my face, then something in his chest was jabbing me. I pulled away from his embrace, and studied the broken chain that dangled from him. I placed my hand on my chest, finding my own chain. Broken. "Saana, we have to run. Go no-" Something crashed in the room from the ceiling, landing on my father. A giant hand pressed down on him.
"Gah! - run... Saana … RUN!" My father choked on the words. I did as he told me to, and jumped out of the window in my room. I let tears fall as I ran . I knew the Monster was behind me, enjoying the chase. I then fell as something sliced through my side. I scrambled to my feet, and turned to face the Monster. It was right in front of me, it's breath smelled of death. It laughed as I aimlessly tried to hit, only to bring myself pain.
"You little children are so naive." It chuckled with an insane grin. I watched as it prepared to make a final blow, wondering what happened to a person when they die twice. It lunged forward, then all I could see was blood. But it wasn't mine.
The Monster howled horridly, then evaporated into nothing. I fell to my knees, staring at a man who held a sword. He turned to me, and walked over slowly. He was tall, and had grayish-white hair held back in a ponytail. He wore a black outfit, and a white coat over that. He kneeled down, and studied my face.
"How old are you, child?" He asked me in a soft voice. I hesitated, then answered, "Seven, sir." His eyes widened slightly, then he smiled. He began to raise his weapon, but I scooted away.
"Sir, before you kill me,-" I started, but he interrupted me with a gentle laugh.
"I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to send you to a place where you will not hurt."
"Will I, see my parents there?" I asked, knowing that I most likely wouldn't. The man sighed, and with a sad expression, shook his head.
"Will, I see you?" I questioned him again. He looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"You might, but you may or may not remember me." He sat in front of me.
"Well you'll remember me, do you think that you could teach me? I mean, how to kill those things so I can protect people? Promise it?" I held out my pinkie, waiting. The man stared at me with a blank face, but his eyes were full of thought.
"What is your name?" He asked, as he hooked his pinkie with mine.
"Saana." I told him. He placed the hilt of his sword on my forehead. I felt a smile spread across my face as a warmth flooded over me. Everything grew dark, and the sound around me had quieted. The last thing I heard was, "I promise, Saana."