Kirsty
I looked around for something, anything that could help me. My eyes rested on a disused and rusty trolley. After looking around the rest of the dark room it was the only thing I could see that would move; it would have to do. I looked over at David he was still occupied by whatever was in his hands. It took almost everything I had to get up silently. I tugged heavily on a near by cupboard levering myself off the floor and into a painful standing position. I never once took my eyes off David. My head swam viciously threatening to take me from consciousness and away from this nightmare but I struggled to hold on, determined to make it back to my daughter even if it was just to tell her how much I loved her. I somehow I managing to stay upright but I couldn't control my heavily laboured breathing. I was exhausted from simply standing. My breathing only got worse as I tried to keep it quiet but in the end I was gasping for air like I'd just run all the way here from my house but I'd only moved from the floor. I started to worry, how was I going to find the strength to but my plan into action? I didn't have any more time to think.
David looked up stunned to see I was standing. His strong masculine features giving way his shock. Momentarily his bulky muscular build was relaxed before he sprung into action. This gave me the couple of seconds I needed to wheel the trolley in-between us before he could reach me but it wasn't enough to stop him lunging at me his arms frantically reaching out trying to seize me. He ran at me not caring that the trolley was in-between us making them both fly at me. It came crashing into me tearing the stitches holding my tummy together. I doubled over in pain; tears falling rapidly over my cheeks. My hands, which were clutching my tummy becoming sticky with my blood, I looked down at them watching them tremble as I smelled my blood. David was moving around the trolley his wild eyes piercing into me, desperate for me not to escape. I looked at him, his face alive with rage and for a moment he looked just like Warren. I froze for a split second before I realised I had to fight for my life. With one push of the trolley he was up against the wall leaving the door open for my escape.
I staggered out of the door into the equally dark corridor. My right hand pressed firmly cross my tummy trying to stop the blood which was quickly exiting my body. I used my left hand to steady myself holding tightly onto the door frame, which way left or right? I turned left in my rush to get away having no idea whether it was the right way or not. I had no idea where I was, I only knew that I had to put as much distance between me and this room and David as I possibly could.
Staggering down the dingy hallway I used the wall as a crutch leaving a trail of bloody hand prints on the white wall, although I didn't turn around to look at it. My vision was blurry and my legs shook under my weight but I struggled on desperate to get some where safe. Blood was trickling down my legs, my bare feet padding along the cold floor. I was losing too much blood; I had to get to safety and fast.
My legs gave out forcing me onto the floor. I could hear snarling coming from behind me and I scrambled clumsily over the ground franticly trying to put more distance between me and him.
I've no idea how far I got before a large hand grabbed me from behind pulling me up onto my unwilling feet. I was begging while he looked at me in horror. I couldn't imagine what I looked like, I didn't need too look to know I was covered in blood, I'd have been horrified looking at myself as well but I needed him to help me. He needed to get a grip and safe my life.
Realising how doubtful it was that he was suddenly going to help me I started struggling in his grip trying to make my way further down the corridor but he held me tightly by my shoulders baring most of my weight. Then his grip slackened and I fell onto my feet. At first I was shocked, firstly by the fact he'd let me go and secondly because I could only just feel my feet, what was happening to me? I made to run for it, only to stumble and fall just a few paces from where I'd started. I collided mercilessly with the concrete under foot, blackness taking control of my body.
Buzzing filled my ears; it was soft and didn't seem to becoming from anywhere impartial. I lifted the lead weight that was my head only to see nothing but blackness. I blinked a couple of times and when nothing came into focus I went to look for my hands. Both of my hands where positioned above my head and I didn't have the strength to move them. It was cold underneath me, stealing the heat from my body. I couldn't move or call out. I couldn't do anything. There was water under my body making me question just where I was, how did I get here? I couldn't remember anything.
There were muffles, I could hear muffles coming from somewhere near. They over powered the buzzing but I still couldn't make out what was making them. Then a pair of strong hands lifted me. They turned me over and pulled me into their owners lap. Everything was still in darkness, who was this stranger? They smelt familiar but I couldn't place the smell or link it to anyone. They were rocking me whispering softly into my ear but still I couldn't grasp onto the words and they pasted over me not understood. They held my body close and I could hear the fear in their voice. I couldn't respond. Was I dying?
Then he left me, alone and cold. He put me back onto the floor into the cold puddle. Then he was gone his foot steps becoming quieter and quieter and my hope becoming smaller and smaller. I was so cold, I couldn't feel my body and I struggled to flicker my eyes open one last time before they closed eagerly, my heavy eye lids staying tightly closed. Was I dead?
My name, I heard my name. I smiled it was a bad dream. Adam was beside me saying my name shaking me awake but something was not right in his voice. It was filled with fear and panic. I couldn't respond to him, I tried but my eyes were welled shut and my body not responding to commands. He was cradling me stroking my hair, pressing my tummy. I could feel his warmth against me and I fed of it, willing him to draw me closer to him.
Adam
Slowly a door opened I hadn't seen it before; it was hidden in the wall behind the stairs. Blood there was so much blood covering trembling hands, arms and front.
"No," I pushed past him not caring at this point if he got away, all I could see was a dimly lit passage blood smearing the floor. A small blood soaked body sprawled across it, a mass of unruly curls telling me.
"Kirsty."
I dropped to my knees beside her, surveying the damage. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, it seeping out from underneath her. I looked around, there was blood smeared over the floor and bloody hand prints along the wall, she'd fought. Just knowing that gave me strength. She was breathing, just about. I pulled her into my arms trying to locate the source of the bleeding. For a second I thought I saw a small smile creep though her lips but it was gone almost immediately and I questioned whether it was ever there at all. It was her stomach and I quickly pressed my hand to the wound to stent the blood flow. I checked her pulse, it was basically none existent. I pulled her closer to me and for a moment I just sat with her in my arms stroking her hair.
"Kirsty, wake up its Adam. You've got to wake up, for me." I shook her gently needing a response. I didn't get one.
What am I doing? I stood quickly taking Kirsty with me nearly throwing her in the air because of her none existence weight. I hadn't expected her to be so light and it scared me. I knew she was slim but this was way beyond slim. Giving myself no more time to think about it I rushed out of the corridor heading directly for help. I refused to loss her.
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