Burning…

That's the only thing that was on my mind in that moment. The pure fire spreading through my body from the moment their teeth met my bare skin. I hadn't known what burning alive would feel like, and I will admit I had wondered sometimes, but now I wish I had never been so curious.

I had been running from home, my father chasing after me until I got to the main road. I had huge gashes in my stomach, probably from either the crow bar or the hammer he had chosen as his weapons for the night.

My mother had forgotten to get his medication at the drug store, and being the wimp that she was, blamed me for it, claiming she had told me to go and get it, that she wouldn't have time, and that I was just a lazy bitch who didn't do anything. It Didn't help that we had just moved to Italy, and neither me nor my mother knew where anything was, so it took us longer than my father wished to get things done when it came to leaving the house.

He had grabbed me then, my mother begging him to be gentle in the background as he threw me on his bed and took out the hammer he kept there at all times, in case my mother got on his nerves.

I had never been beaten so badly by my father before, and I didn't know what else to do but to take it until he left the room and I was able to limp myself out the window and down the street to the main road.

The blood kept pouring from the gashes all over me as I limped my way along, praying to God that either someone would find me soon, or I would die before my father could find me and hurt me again. I knew that he was probably going after me mother now; blaming her for me running away. I just hoped he was more gentle than he was with me.

My vision slowly blurred as my pace slowed, my legs finding it hard to move that one step forward. I groaned as I fell, rolling down the small hill down into the vast forest, twigs and thorns attacking my skin as I rolled, unable to find my voice and scream in fear and agony as I wished.

I rolled and fell for only a few seconds, though it felt like hours. I landed on a bare patch of dirt, leaves and thorns covering my bare skin and clothes, my t-shirt and shorts torn and ruined. I laid there, unable to move or cry out as I waited to die of blood loss, or for a stray animal to come and find an east meal out of me.

I laid there for hours, just praying that I would die soon. I didn't want to live; it would give my father the chance to follow my trail of blood and hurt me more. I prayed that my mother would one day find the strength to leave him and move back home to the East coast, where our family would help her heal and move on, find a better man, start a new family, and be happy for once, never scared again. I also prayed that my father would be arrested and rot in jail for the rest of his miserable life for what he's done to me and my mother; abuse and, soon, murder.

I could hear rustling to my left and right, and I couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto my lips. I was finally found by wolves or something, I didn't care; this would all be over soon, it would only take a slash to the neck ….

"È morta?" I heard one of them ask softly, the sound of steps getting closer and closer to me. Great. The wolves in Italy speak Italian too, I must be getting loopy from the blood loss.

"No, posso ancora sentire il suo respiro" the other said, as I felt a hand on my shoulder, and suddenly it felt as if I was in someone's arms, hair being brushed out of my face gently. So they weren't wolves. They were people.

"Dovremmo solo ucciderla e di porre fine alla sua miseria?" the first man asked, as I felt another hand on my lower stomach, causing me to flinch and groan out as the pain hit me again.

"Attenzione! E no, di dare l'allarme per farlo, e sai che non si vuole fare che ..." The second one said, running his hand along my cheek softly. So they were going to save me, and they wouldn't let me die. Didn't they see that this was what I wanted? I didn't want to live! I didn't want to go back to my father!

"Sarò il suo cambiamento, vai a fare in modo che ogni traccia di lei si cancella" the first man said in a stern tone, and I finally found the courage to open my eyes and look at him. I was awe struck. He had to be an angel, the both of them had to be. There was no way someone human could look like them, they were perfect!

"No abbiamo entrambi, se ci accingiamo a condividere la sua, che dovremmo cambiare insieme pure, non credi?" the second one said, kneeling down next to me. The first one nodded, looking down at me and smiling gently, realizing I was slightly conscious.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine; we'll keep you safe" he said softly. I kept staring at him, feeling my vision blur as my life started to drift away. They started to panic, the first man placing his lips near my neck, the other taking my wrist and placing it near his lips as well. I didn't know what they were doing, but I didn't really care.

"Do you trust us?" the second man asked, his thick accent clear in his English. I nodded, the only thing I was capable of at that moment.

"We're so sorry …" he mumbled, causing a confused expression from me before they sunk their teeth into my skin.

Burning …

Translations:

"È morta?" - Is she dead?

"No, posso ancora sentire il suo respiro" - No, I can still hear her breathing

"Dovremmo solo ucciderla e di porre fine alla sua miseria?" - Should we just kill her and end her misery?

"Attenzione! E no, di dare l'allarme per farlo, e sai che non si vuole fare che ..." - Careful! And no, you know that you don't want to do that ...

"Sarò il suo cambiamento, vai a fare in modo che ogni traccia di lei si cancella" - I'll change her, you go and make sure that any trace of her is erased

"No, abbiamo entrambi, se ci accingiamo a condividere la sua, che dovremmo cambiare insieme pure, non credi?" - No, if we are going to share her, then we should both change her, don't you think?