Hey sorry it took so long to get this out. But you are probably going
to hate me cause this is going to be in two parts. I know but it is
funner this way. And I do know that funner is not a word but hey this
is my story.
Today is my seventeenth birthday, and all I have of my old life is this.
This one gift, that my mother never knew about. My only possesion that
I can say is totally mine.
When I turned ten, my father gave me a very old gift. "I know that you are
not old enough, but I want you to have this." He handed me a silver dagger
with a jade on the hilt with leaves engraved around the handle. "This use
to be my great grandfathers. He gave it to his son, and his son gave it to
me. And now I give it to you."
"But what about Yashu? Isn't he your son?"
"He is Mako, but I think you will need it." I smiled, jumping into
his arms. "And this..." He held out a black leather casing that could
fit around my leg. "Will keep it close to you...Always."
A sigh escaped my lips, in remembering that happy memory. A crashing
sound brought me out of my thoughts. Reminding me that I was hidding
in a dark alleyway, with barely any clothing. Placing the dagger back
into its hidding place, I went to see how the trash can fell in the
first place. A large hand came out of nowhere crushing my throat, and
throwing me into a brick wall. I franticly try to regain composure and
air, when a fist collides with my gut several times till I become unconsious.
My eyes felt heavy, everything hurt, and I was frezzing cold. "Finally awake
I see." A low, harsh voice slightly laughed. My eyes widened; I frantically
began searching for whoever hurt me. The problem was that I was in the middle
of a forest, and everthing looked the same. Hearing some twigs cracking, I knew
where he was. "Oh don't run off now little one. The fun has yet to begin." I
began to panic, gathering all of my strength, I ran. Fear surrounded me, when
I heard heavy footsteps right behind mine. The noise stopped for a second,
only to have large hands grab my waist pulling both of us to the ground. Turning
my frail body around, and holding my hands above my head, I finally saw my attacker.
His eyes were grey, filled with lust. His mouth was slightly open, with his tongue
licking his lips. I knew what he was going to do, and there was nothing that I
could do to stop him. Leaning down, he kissed me, bitting down hard on my lower
lip till it split in two. Blood began flowing into my mouth, the horrible coppery
taste made me gag. But it made him excited. With one of his hands holding both of
mine, he tore my cloths to shreds.
"Help me." Came out so quietly that I thought that he wouldn't have heard.
"No one will help you little one, you are all alone." I began to struggle, only
to have another fist in my gut. "You be good, and I will be gentle."
But he was not at all gentle, though I was not that good either.
to hate me cause this is going to be in two parts. I know but it is
funner this way. And I do know that funner is not a word but hey this
is my story.
Today is my seventeenth birthday, and all I have of my old life is this.
This one gift, that my mother never knew about. My only possesion that
I can say is totally mine.
When I turned ten, my father gave me a very old gift. "I know that you are
not old enough, but I want you to have this." He handed me a silver dagger
with a jade on the hilt with leaves engraved around the handle. "This use
to be my great grandfathers. He gave it to his son, and his son gave it to
me. And now I give it to you."
"But what about Yashu? Isn't he your son?"
"He is Mako, but I think you will need it." I smiled, jumping into
his arms. "And this..." He held out a black leather casing that could
fit around my leg. "Will keep it close to you...Always."
A sigh escaped my lips, in remembering that happy memory. A crashing
sound brought me out of my thoughts. Reminding me that I was hidding
in a dark alleyway, with barely any clothing. Placing the dagger back
into its hidding place, I went to see how the trash can fell in the
first place. A large hand came out of nowhere crushing my throat, and
throwing me into a brick wall. I franticly try to regain composure and
air, when a fist collides with my gut several times till I become unconsious.
My eyes felt heavy, everything hurt, and I was frezzing cold. "Finally awake
I see." A low, harsh voice slightly laughed. My eyes widened; I frantically
began searching for whoever hurt me. The problem was that I was in the middle
of a forest, and everthing looked the same. Hearing some twigs cracking, I knew
where he was. "Oh don't run off now little one. The fun has yet to begin." I
began to panic, gathering all of my strength, I ran. Fear surrounded me, when
I heard heavy footsteps right behind mine. The noise stopped for a second,
only to have large hands grab my waist pulling both of us to the ground. Turning
my frail body around, and holding my hands above my head, I finally saw my attacker.
His eyes were grey, filled with lust. His mouth was slightly open, with his tongue
licking his lips. I knew what he was going to do, and there was nothing that I
could do to stop him. Leaning down, he kissed me, bitting down hard on my lower
lip till it split in two. Blood began flowing into my mouth, the horrible coppery
taste made me gag. But it made him excited. With one of his hands holding both of
mine, he tore my cloths to shreds.
"Help me." Came out so quietly that I thought that he wouldn't have heard.
"No one will help you little one, you are all alone." I began to struggle, only
to have another fist in my gut. "You be good, and I will be gentle."
But he was not at all gentle, though I was not that good either.