Chapter 2: On the Run

I slowly opened my eyes feeling every bruise and cut. When I moved my arms to get up, the pain would flare into my right arm causing me to shout out in pain. This made my dad notice that I had finally woken up.

"Well, look who finally woke up! Are you ready to join your mother now?" he laughed as confusion and the understanding flashes in my eyes. I had completely forgotten about the fall and my mother. I look over to where I had last seen my mother laying. My mother was still there and my father was walking towards her.

I was about to yell at him and tell him to leave my mom alone when he pulled the knife out of my mother's body. He turned around with an evil look in his eyes. He started walking towards me.

"No daddy, please stop! Please I won't tell! I promise!" I sobbed as he approached me. He reached down and picked me up by my throat and started strangling me.

"Oh, my precious baby girl, I know you won't. I will make sure of that." As he told me this. I had managed to work the small knife out of my pocket. I flicked it open as I started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

"Please… don't… do… this… daddy!..." I gasped out trying to reason with him one last time. He just laughed and tightened his grip around my throat and stabbed me in the side with the knife. I gasped trying to breath and scream from the pain that was going through me.

I brought up my good arm with the knife in it. I felt the knife sink all the way to the hilt of his eye. He screamed, clutching his bleeding eye while letting go of me and the knife that was in my side. He stumbled backwards then tripped and fell onto his back. I hit the floor gasping and coughing for air. I noticed my father getting up from the ground. I screamed and pulled the knife from my side and stabbed him in the heart. He gasped one last breath as he fell to the floor. I watched the light fade from is eyes and heard sirens from a distance.

I felt a mix of emotions as I looked at my father's lifeless body. At first, I felt immense relief then sadness, not for him but for having to take a life. My stomach was turning from the horrendous sight of his bloody face. I turned away from this scene and becoming violently sick from the sight. As the sirens got closer, I began to start freaking out and getting scared.

'What if they take me away? I will be in so much trouble when they find out I killed someone. They will beat me for sure. And to top it off it was my birthday too, I can't die on my birthday I just turned 7 years old. No, I have to run, I have to hide.'

With this thought in mind, I took off for the back door. I know I won't get far with these injuries but I have to try! We live out in the country but not far from town. 'Oh, I know how to get away, my friend Sango is supposed to move first thing tomorrow morning! I can hide in the moving vans!"

After spending a cold, lonely, and painful night in some bushes outside my friend's house. I snuck into the truck when they were half way done packing. Several hours later, I managed to sneak out in their new home town. It turns out she had moved to the city which was a perfect place for me to hide. Even Sango won't know that I am here.