I am so close to blowing my brains out. For what reason? After staying at person's house for a little over a week, I figured that he doesn't care if I rot down here. No food, water, showers, nothing . . . at all. That means, yes, lumber jack style.

Eww.

Honestly, I couldn't agree more.

If all that wasn't bad enough, they did a few unmentionable deeds up there. Rather loudly, mind you. Since when did they evolve into bunnies?

I swear they read my mind as I suddenly clutched at my ears from the annoying sound that slithered into my 'rainbow filled llama ranch of joy and happiness'. Screw self-sacrifice! Stomping my foot I declared to myself that I was going up there to let them know I had enough, I was through! I was gunna jack mom's car and hightail it home, even if home would be a cardboard box in an alley.

I muttered profanities as I stomped up the stairs. Just as my hand encircled the knob leading to the light, gun shots thundered. Footsteps, pounding feet heading towards my door. Bam, another shot, sounding closer. A sickening thud. I was still, my body feeling numb all around I couldn't think. My body felt heavy as if weights had been placed upon my person. I didn't want to but I slowly casted my gaze down. My reward? The horrible sight of dark red ooze from under the crack in the door.

My eyes brimmed with tears and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth preventing a shriek from escaping. My breathing deepened, I was in utter shock. And only moments after, heavy footsteps made their way to the door, well, MY door. I froze in fear.

MOVE SAKURA! HIDE! GET A DAMNED WEAPON!

And as if Inner woke me from a spell, I went nuts, glancing around for something, anything. I glanced at the lamp that was unable to meet its purpose in life and snatched it, hiding under the wooden stairs. I willed my breathing to lighten up, so as not to be heard and slaughtered, and then instantly stiffened. Footsteps slowly and agonizingly came down the stairs, creak after creak, squeak after squeak. Tension and fear rose, and the world seemed to slow as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I watched, in an agonizingly slow motion, as the figure looked around. Eyes landing on my haystack, cause let's admit it folks, that is no bed. Mysterious hooded man walked over to investigate, and I slowly and shakily came out from under the stairs, only to stop as he intended to turn around. I gulped, thinking surely this was the end of my life in rainbowed llama land. But, to everyone's surprise, a fox jumped out, a small red and black fox, probably no larger than a foot and a half.

The hooded man turned his gaze to it and lifted his gun, pointing it at the so called 'Threat'. I spotted an opening and smashed him in the back of the head with the lamp, effectively knocking him out, but murdering my lamp in the process. No time to party though as I glanced around. Red fox ran to the stairs that led out and I mentally smacked myself.

Why the hell didn't I think of that?

Cause we're some damned idiots?

Fuck you.

Do you have narcissism?

Go to hell.

If you don't get us out of here, then we both will.

Snapping out of it, I ran towards the door and flung it open running outside, glancing around frantically. That's when I spotted the little fox look at me for the border of the woods, slightly to the right of the barn but across the fenced off areas. Betting my life it would get me away from the Michael Meyers wannabe I ran after it, vaulting over the fences and hoped for the best. But then again, when has luck ever done anything for me? Oh, that's right. NEVER.

Anyways, I ran through a forest, with a small red and black fox that seemed to slow for me, but seriously, why the hell would an animal do that? Heck I kick puppies . . . no, not really, but I did kick a person who kicked a puppy. Is that like an indirect puppy kick? If so, I'm sorry puppy, I didn't mean to, honest.

Back to reality, it's really dark, I'm surprised I can see as well as I can in the pitch blackness, but then again I di live in a basement with no outlets. Speaking of, that lamp woulda been sad here, knowing it was made to light up a place like this but couldn't cause some jack ass didn't have power outlets in his basement. Or enough decency to get shot with his pants on. Alright, maybe that last tid-bit was a little much, but in all honesty, he did lock me in a basement.

As I rambled on about nothing, I guess I failed to notice how the trees thinned out, cause I broke through the borderline of the forest and instantly hissed, covering my eyes from the bright light. It took a moment to adjust and I glanced around. A small circular meadow with grass up to my waist. No, hell no, not like the one in Twilight. Speaking of which, if a man just so happened to walk out of the trees and shine like a damned princess's tiara, I'd in order, puke, go blind, and die a slow painful death, damning him with all my might.

FOCUS!

On?

Dumpling!

Who the hell is 'Dumpling'?

Our savior the fox, duh.

I snapped out of it, fox . . . fox . . . . foooooox . . . Oh, that fox, I knew that. Wanna know why I knew that? 'Cause I'm pretty damn smart!

I glanced around and spotted the fox, and if foxes could make faces, it would have a 'Bitch please' look going on, no joke.

I jogged over to it, and when I was only a few feet away, it crawled into a hole. A small, fucking, hole. Kinda like a- the sound of a gunshot rang, piercing through my train of thought.

Damn you luck!

Bitch, follow Dumpling, your plenty damn skinny enough, hell you could put anorexic people to shame. Plus, when has Dumpling ever led us wrong?

I'm not that skinny, and plus, we just met that flea infested animal . . .

FOCUS!

Sighing, I got down on hands and knees and crawled into the hole, quickly mind you. Now, why the hell does this seem so familiar? Like a popular children's movie of some sort. About a girl? And a clock? Nah, clocks can roll, not run from girls.

I crawled as I pondered the characters and plot over, trying to remember the movie. Then it hit me.

THE LITTLE MERMAID!

I don't think that's right . . .

I went back to think when it suddenly hit me. Sadly, I was to busy screaming over the fact that the ground gave way.

I fell down a hole.

Damn you small creatures and always making skinny ass girls follow you into holes. Curse you all.

I guess you could say trying to post up edited chapters quickly is my way of apologizing, though you can all shoot me still. Anyway, editing will probably be done by tomorrow plus a chapter maybe, depends on what I have planned (which should be nothing considering I'm achey and grumpy). Also, pardon my spelling mistakes since I'm editing and typing on WordPad since my microsoft word is being a bitch. And, no, spelling mistakes in Author's Notes don't count. And if I'm not asking to much of your time, a nice little review would be nice, just a small compliment or what could be improved maybe? I promise I'm not gunna yell at you, plus they are quite encouraging :)