The trashcan was moved, light shining directly onto my face. He towered above me, face full of shock. It was one of the humans that lived in the house, the youngest boy, about twelve. His blond hair dangled down, short but long enough to be slightly in his face. Brown eyes, seemingly staring right in to my very soul.
His attention went to rat, staring horrified by the sight of the blood pooling around me. "Shoo!" He yelled at the rat, waving it away. It let go of my leg, scurrying through the blood and leaving tracks behind it.
I was terrified, pain and fear coursing through every vein of my body. The boy knelt down in front of me, only my eyes following every movement. After lifting my limp form off the floor with two shaking hands, he set me down painfully on the counter top.
Too much for my body to take, I passed out, my mind engulfed with darkness.
When I woke up, I thought it'd been a dream, hoped it'd be a dream. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling as all the memories returned. I pushed myself off of the soft material beneath me, feeling a jolt of pain shoot through me. I whimpered, wondering where I was. Looking around, it seemed I was in the boy's room, laying on his pillow. I also noticed he was sitting on the far end of his bed, staring at his laptop intently.
Terrified all over again, I tried to get myself out of sight using my arms to pull me along. Unfortunately, he heard me grunting and whimpering in pain, and turned around.
"Oh, you're okay." He said, staring at my shaking body.
"P-Please d-don't h-hurt me." I managed to say, though it was all I could do to keep from crying.
"I'm not going to dissect you or something, if that's what you think." He said with an almost sympathetic look on his face. He set down his laptop next to him, after closing the screen. "I'm Henry by the way. Do you have a name?"
I nodded. The look on his face causing me to not feel quite as frantic to get away. "S-Sarah."
PS. If anyone reads this, please tell me whether or not I should write more.