so this is my very first fanfic, so i dont really know if it's any good. i dont own bleach.

The coming day

Chapter 1

"Don't cry, be the good girl I know you are."

That was the last thing I heard before my world became a whirl of darkness.

I woke in a dark room. There's a table at the other end of the room, theres something on top of it. Something shiny and had a silvery metallic glint to it. As my vision focuses, I can somewhat see what the object on the table is. Then I notice there isn't just one object there are many of them. Knives. Lots of knives. Some covered in blood and some not. The blood dripping from the table onto the cold concrete floor, creating velvety red pools around the base of the table.

I look farther past the table and see a blunt wooden object of some kind, a baseball bat perhaps. The bat, just like the knives is covered in blood.

I wish I could know where I am, I can't really tell. All I know is that my vision is hazy. I can't move, I'm stuck, my numb body won't move. Whoever bought me here has tied my hands behind my back, and I'm lying limp on the floor.

The room has one simple light hanging down from the ceiling. There's a window to the left of the table. Through that window I see a man standing in another room. His dark brown hair slicked back, and his cold eyes that used to be so warm and caring. He glares at me with menacing brown eyes. His smirk changes to an evil twisted grin. He has a plan, a cruel plan, and I don't think I want to know what it is.

He looks at me with his cruel grin, almost like he's happy I'm in pain, suffering and cowering before him. I lay here, on the freezing cold concrete floor, bleeding. My abdomen completely oozing out the red velvety liquid.

I want to get up and run, but I am too weak. I want to scream out, to let someone know I'm down here, but the blood in my throat prevents my pleas from being heard. I know that if I do manage to scream, it will only prove to satisfy him in his murderous doings.

I want to cry, but I have no more tears left to shed, all my tears have dried on my cheeks. Though I don't cry out of fright or self-pity, the tears I shed are for my husband. He is to the right of the table, his face so bashed a bruised I wouldn't have been able to recognize him had I not witnessed the event for my self. The blood on the wooden ball bat is the indicator that it was the weapon use to silence him. With one fowl strike to the head, leaving a gaping hole in his skull. Just like that, the love of my life taken away from me, never for his gorgeous eyes to open again.

The floor is almost completely covered in blood, most of it being mine. The never healing wounds through my stomach and chest, and the rapid flow of blood vacating my body.

I have nothing left, no friends, no family, he's killed them all. so now I'm alone, I'm left to wonder what it is he wants from me. Now all that's is myself and him.

Then I notice it, he is no longer looking at me through the window, in fact he's not in the other room at all. I hear a door door our of view open behind me.

I watch him as he comes into view, walk to the other side of the room and grab the bloody bat. As he walks toward me with that evil grin still plastered on his face, he kicks my husbands dead body out of the way. I can't even begin to think of what he want to do with me this time.

He stands before me, smiling as he raises the bat over his head.

"your lacking on the fun side of this, scream a little why don't you ." he says, still like a maniac smiling

Then he brings the bat down with ferocious speed and power. Before I could react, my world went black once more.

an, was it any good?