'No one's going to help me.' A brunette thought, letting a tear trickle down the corners of her cerulean irises. She watched a red-clad figure raise one arm which held a bloody knife. The coppery stench made its way to the suffering girl as she panted for breath.
'He's going to kill me.'
The crimson figure brought down his his arm, letting his current weapon strike the brunette's shoulder blade. The girl let out an ear-piercing screech, tears erupting from her desperate eyes. Streams of scarlet trickled down her legs and formed a pool of blood below the chained brunette.
Truth be told, the girl had wanted so desperately for her life to simply end, to fade away and be forgotten but she knew that could never possibly happen. The figures clad in red harbor no mercy, they torture the brunette from dawn to dusk before leaving her to the dreaded darkness.
Then the cycle of torture would start all over again.
'Why was I kidnapped in the first place?'
That's right, she was kidnapped for no reason whatsoever. She was a toy for her captors to abuse endlessly, simply a doll. The blue eyed girl couldn't remember the last time she saw the light of day. The sunlight gracing its warmth upon her skin, the lush grass brushing up lightly against her clothing, the lovely breeze whipping her hair in the wind; when was the last time she had felt this happiness?
She's forgotten that dream, that joy, and she despises that fact. She wanted her happiness back. She wanted her freedom back. She wanted to live again.
{...Time Skip...}
"Come, Berea, we must hurry." A blue eyed girl whispered urgently to a brown maned horse whose eyes sparkled at the sight of the brunette. The horse grunted in response and allowed the girl to mount her back.
"Good girl, let's go." She lashed at the reins, panting desperately for breath. She bared the marks of a fight, fresh wounds bleeding non-stop.
The girl whipped the horse once again, sending the animal in the opposite direction, with grace and speed. She didn't care where they went, not at all. She just wanted to get away from her retched prison.
Pit pat. Pit pat.
Rain started to pour heavily, unfortunately for the blue eyed teenager.
"Looks like this isn't our luckiest day, Berea, but then again, I'm the very dictionary definition of 'unlucky.'" She chuckled half-heartedly at her own joke before hitting on the reins once again. Berea didn't go any faster though. If anything, the poor horse went at a slower pace.
Pit pat. Pit pat.
It was as if the rain were teasing the brown haired teenager, stubbornly refusing to let up. The harsh wind whipped the girl's long hair from under her cloak, causing her hair to dance rather ungracefully in the wet storm.
The brunette's patience was running thin. She had barely managed to escape her from the clutches of her captors but they had immediately sent guards after her. If she didn't hurry, she might as well say goodbye to her 15 minutes of freedom before being shoved back into the dungeons. The girl shuddered at the thought of having to go back to that misery.
Pit pat. Pit pat.
"Please, Berea, they will catch us if we don't hurry!" She pleaded once again. The girl could almost imagine her future, it would be full of happiness and never ending freedom. The birds would chirp at her company, rabbits would chitter and her horse would neigh while crunching on fresh grass.
That lovely future would never come.
Berea let out a pitiful moan before collapsing to her side, knees buckling underneath. The girl fell off the back of her horse with a painful thud before immediately jumping right back to her feet.
"Berea! What's wrong?! You're not sick are you! Oh, please no-" she was quickly cut off by a rough sniff and a sickly groan from her fallen companion.
"What should I do?! Do you have a fever? I don't know how to treat fevers on horses! Berea, stay with me!" the brunette exclaimed, tears springing to her sapphire blue eyes.
Was she going to lose someone else again?
Guilt was all the girl could feel once she heard her companion take her final breath. Tears fell, to the ground as she stroked her horse's mane gently.
"I'm sorry." Her voice quivered as she stood up from her current position. As much as she hated to leave Berea dead on the ground alone, she had to keep going.
'I just need to find a road. Even a dirt road will help. Every road leads to somewhere and somewhere always leads to a town and a town is exactly what I need!'
The teenager broke into a sudden coughing fit before profusely shivering.
"Wonderful. It's showering and here I am with a cold. This is going to be a miserable night…" She grumbled with slight irritation when she suddenly heard the faint sound of a pair of trotting horses. Maybe she wasn't so lucky after all. She had found her road.
The brunette dashed toward the faint outline of the road in front of her but when she finally reached her destination, her eyes widened in shock and pure dread. A carriage was racing towards her at full speed, with a man clad in black driving the horses.
'So I achieved my freedom only to have it yanked away?'
In that very moment, the blue eyed girl collapsed face forward, with a loud splash.