It hurts doesn't it?

(A/n TAGirlie here with a new story ok so the rest of the a/n is at the end and this is an au story for your information. I wrote this for the new year, new story.)

Chapter 1

I was alone, scared, hurt and cowering in fear. He was coming closer and closer to me. He thought I was dead, I tried to act the part but I couldn't now I am hiding in my closet, shacking. I could hear him trying to open the blocked door. I tried to barricade it but failed, it would stop him for long.

I could hear him entering the room a little tired and was he amused. His footsteps made a sound on the wooden floor. The more closer he came the louder they were. He was moving slowly trying to savour this moment. Outside I was praying that I would make it while inside I doubted it.

As he came closer, my heart rate increased to the point I thought it stopped. My breathing was as if I was claustrophobic. The footsteps were coming closer and closer to me. My heart rate soon came to the point where it stopped. My breathing was laboured and I was shaking uncontrollably.

He stopped; his black attire was hard to see in my room. His face was the last I would see ever again. My father's won't be there either. Tears were at the brink of just flowing out. I blinked as much as I could; I had to be strong. I slid down to the bottom, my grave, the cold floor. My eyes stung me.

Time moved in slow motion as he moved his hands to open the closet door then everything happened at the same time.

The cops barged in through the door, shouting orders at the man. He dropped his gun and put his hands up. He turned to where I was and smiled, not a sweet one but sadistic smile, "Until next time my sweet Isabella." He said before the cops dragged him out the door. I felt all the pain go off my chest, he was gone, finally gone and to jail. I couldn't help but smile. A cop came to my door and opened it; he saw my injuries and helped me up. He passed me to the paramedic then into the ambulance.

"What is your name miss?" the cop who helped me the previous night asked. "Isabella." I said weakly, he must already know my name. "My name is Don, I shall be helping you find a place to stay as we trace down your family. Now, do you know any family members or do you have a mother?" I hesitated, knew I had a mom but I wasn't sure where she lived, he might know. "My mom's name is Vivian, but I don't know where she lives I just know her name."

The cop frowned a bit and went back to asking questions. "Do you have any siblings?" I frowned, I didn't know. I never saw them or ever heard about having any. "I don't know."

"Well then thank you for answering those questions. We will look for your mother and return you there for now I will let you rest." He walked out of the door and I looked up at the ceiling; wondering about how my mom will look or if I have a sister or brother how would they look. I wonder if I'll make any friends where I'm going, I never had any here.

(A/n: sorry about how short it is but that is the point. The story will be updated soon and one chapter at a time. Hope you all enjoy it. A question to keep you going, Who is the killer?

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