Hey, sorry it took so long, I just kinda got sidetracked with my other stories, and I also had trouble with documents, and I did not know how to start this chapter. But here it is, so enjoy!
Meggie...Meggie as a kid on a trycicle, Meggie eating ice cream, Meggie riding her first horse, and all these thoughts ran through my head, and I looked out the window of the van where we were all cramped together, and this made me realize that I had never left Meggie before. She had alway's came with me wherever I went.
I had no idea where we were too. All I knew was that we were on a dirt road at night, in the middle of nowhere. Nice, huh? I sighed heavily. This whole ordeal was getting on my nerves. I was on thin ice, and so was everyone else who talked to me. Rawr. I wanted to chew off a doll's head. To bad Sam wasn't here...
Poor Sam. Tears came to my eye's just thinking of her. She used to be my best friend. I wasn't alway's so vain. Before the accident, we could talk about anything. And I was alway's so happy with her. Her beautiful eyes, and her personalty was alway's so...wonderful. She was my best friend, and I never was mean, or rude, or...awful.
Then she had the accident. It was all that van's fault. The drunk driver, all dressed in black, and his face pressed in so flat. And his passenger, the one that stood over my bloody arm, the one that I used my last breath to beg to get Sam out of the flames of her mothers ruined car, when I was on the ground and Sam was still in the car that was on fire, and her mother screaming for help, my legs burning...
"Hey, kid, were here." Basta said, and I just realized that I was fingering that burn scars on my legs. I winced as we pulled to a stop and I hit my head hard on the window. Basta laughed as I rubbed my head. Just what I needed. The big dude with the flat face jumped out and jerked Mo out with him.
Basta waited for the boys to get out then grabbed my arm and pulled my out of the van. I landed on my knee's and scraped them. Blood bubbled to the surface of the scratch. I rolled my eyes at the scratch and got up. Basta grabbed my arm and the three men jumped out of the van. I looked around.
There was a barbed wire fence all around the parking lot, except for where the entrance was to a dusty village and the entrance to the dirt road. Basta jerked my arm in the direction of the entrance to the village. Basta and I were first in the line of people. I got confused within all of the houses. There were also more fences in places.
We all went to a large chapel that was painted blood red. Basta pulled open the door to the chapel and pushed me inside and everyone else followed. The room was all red. And at the emd of the room, was a man sitting in a blood red chair.