Shall the wind stop blowing when the sun comes out and warms us all?
Prologue
My heart starts pounding to the sound of the footsteps, while I try not breathe.
"I know you are in there you little wrench. I can tell by the way you hide from me. Why hide from me? I'm not that bad."
The voice snickers, and I move back, even further underneath my bed.
The sound of footsteps stop, but I still keep myself hidden from under the bed.
The person starts to bend down and at once I try to find my hidden knife, just in case from emergencies, and then bang! I jump and scramble backwards, still hidden under the bed.
"Miss, are you alright?" I poke my head from underneath the bed, still gripping the knife.
"It's alright. We just have to go, okay?" I nod.
I climb out from underneath my bed, and the man sees the knife, with blood coming out of my hand.
"You're hurt?" He points to my hand that has the knife.
I drop the knife, and look at my hand.
"What's your name?" He says, taking out a long bandage wrap.
"Lyia" I say, watching him carefully wrap my hand.
"Lydia?" He says and I nod.
"Nice to meet you Lydia. Do you mind following me? I have to get you out of here."
I nod, and follow him out the door, looking behind me at my father, lying down.