And this is chapter two!
Three weeks later
I fell to the snow-covered ground, then rolled around onto my cut-up back. I couldn't make it. The hellhound growled somewhere, but I could only feel the snow on my bleeding back. Speaking of the snow, the snow around me was turning red. With my blood. Excuse me, I'm very possessive of my blood.
I tried to speak: "I—I don't make a good breakfast-slash-lunch-slash-dinner!"
Obviously, the hellhound wouldn't listen.
My back was stinging, and thanks to the condensation coming from my respiration, frost was forming on my jet black hair. I doubted that my horrible luck would end and someone would save me. It was a really awful three weeks.
On the first day my life unraveled, Kelli the empousa chased me all the way to my home. But when I entered, she stopped, cackling.
Why?
Well, it's a simple explanation.
Every.
Single.
One.
Of.
My.
Foster.
Siblings.
Were.
Dead.
Murdered.
I was traumatized, but when I came back out, Kelli was gone. I had always known cheerleaders were evil, but I never knew they were that evil.
Then I collapsed, and I was told that I had to go to a camp in New York by a woman in a dream.
So I traveled.
All the way for Wisconsin to New York by foot.
And I was attacked.
So.
Many.
Times.
By hellhounds, weird snaky ladies, and yes, demonic cheerleaders.
So that's what my life's been like! And worst of all?
The normal people authorities have determined me to be the murderer of Adam. It was really annoying; I couldn't go into a McDonalds with stolen money without people screaming. Sometimes, it was after my order.
Sometimes, it wasn't.
Suddenly, the hellhound growled and pounced, and I knew I was dead.
The world went black.
Ooh, cliffhanger! Please review!
~Sarcasticsnark13