(Elektra's POV)
Cold and dark, were a few ways to describe the haunting images floating in my head. It had been a month since these images were only a picture in reality touching the very essence of my very fragile life. The very mention or thoughts of these images made me shiver and quiver.
The night it happened I was only fourteen years old in bed, having a peaceful sleep. The Glowing moon was shining through the peak in my bedroom curtains onto the beaming blue walls. There was a BANG and a CRASH from downstairs disturbing me from my sleep. I thought it was just the younger kids, but little did I know it was something more. After a minute or so lying in my bed I decided to go and investigate the strange noise.
I groggily lifted my dead weight body out of the comfort of my warm bed and onto the freezing wooden floor. Strolling over to the big bunker of a chest I have to call my drawers I lifted out a woollen jumper and slowly placed it over my head to it was covering my light vest top. I slipped on my UGGS and reached for the handle of my door in the silencing dark.
When I opened the door, the light of the hall hit me like a thousand bullets. I struggled to make my way to the stairs of my newly found care home. Step by Step the noise from downstairs was getting louder and louder. I could hear talking and the THUD of feet hitting the ground of the plastic floor. It was confusing it was still early hours, the younger children should be making a much noise as possible, only having about half an hour before bed. But I couldn't hear any children just the talking of some strange voices.
Earlier that day I had decided to play a prank on Liam. I chose to hit him with as many water balloons as possible. He ended up getting a cold and had to stay in bed for the rest of the night while I had to stay in my room and think about what I had done. I don't know how Mike had found out but I'm guessing that one of the little kids had saw me and decided to be a goody two shoes and tell on me.
When I got to the final step I stopped rudely and peered over to the empty hall where to my confusion there in the corner was the window shattered into pieces. I started to worry, my heart started to beat faster and faster, the hairs in the back off my neck started to stand up. I was about to make my way back upstairs to the comfort of my bed when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
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