"I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter."
"I had to fall to loose it all, but in the end it doesn't even mater. Oh..."
I bobbed my hand up and down swinging my hand back and forth over my chest pretending to play an electric guitar. My head phones blasted the music droning me out from the rest of the world as I danced wildly around my room. I clumsily jumped in the air at the climax of the song and landed in a heap on the ground laughing.
"Sweetheart are you in there?" Came my grandmother's concerned voice. "I keep on hearing a lot of banging and just wanted to make sure that you're ok."
I turned off my cd player and then scrambled off the floor and over to the door. Opening it I peaked my head out. "Sorry grandma, I was just goofing around." I replied. She looked me over to make sure I had no cuts or bruises anywhere and then sighed in relief when she found no injuries.
"Well, I was wondering if you could go to the store and buy us some dinner for tonight. You do know where it is right?"
I Nodded and then walked out of my room. I hastily made my way down the winding staircase that led to the front entrance and then slipped on my shoes. "Do you want anything in particular?" I asked.
"Oh no, you can decide." She replied waving her small hand in the air. I Nodded and grabbed my skateboard that was propped up at the door before making my way outside. I placed it on the ground and then jumped on it whizzing down the pathway that led from our front yard.
It had been two months from when I had first arrived from America to live with my grandmother. She had given me a room on the top floor that she said used to be the old nursery of the house. I thought the room was a little creepy at first and was convinced that it was haunted but I have grown to like the small quarters I live in. I have grown to like England.
A man jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit as I turned a corner. He yelled after me shaking his fist angrily in the air. When I finally got to the food store I quickly bought some chicken and potatoes and then made my way home. It was getting dark out and the street lamps flickered on as I sped down the street that our house was located on.
"Where do you think your headed little girl? It's so late out." Came a deep raspy voice from behind me. I put my foot down to stop my skateboard and then turned. A tall man with a long black beard and a mustache stood there smirking at me. His eyes were black as coal and seemed lifeless. His clothes consisted of a red button up jacket with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. He had dark red, almost brown pants on with black shoes. A small gasp escaped my throat as he lifted his arm up revealing a long metal hook in place of his hand. He grinned as I slowly backed away.
"You shouldn't be frightened deary. I only wish to speak with you." He said grabbing for me. I screamed as his arm enclosed around my waist making me drop the grocery bags to the ground. He stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth to silence my yells and then bound my hands together. I kicked and thrashed at him as he picked me up. "Do not struggle against your fate." He whispered and then hit me in the back of the head with his hook. Everything went black.