Just the start

With my hands shaking I drop the item in my left hand, the right hand still bruised and broken from her snapping my wrist back. I see her look down at the wound as her eyes change from a deathly black to the hazel brown they once were, my eyes start to tear up as I see the blood pump out like a never-ending river. She buckles, I try and catch her before she falls, but I’m caught off guard when someone grabs my hair and throws me to the back wall, my head bounces off and my eyes feel heavy as I fall to the ground in a sitting position. Before my eyes close, I see her there, whispering something at me before her eyes flutter and her soul drifts away. I can feel my heart break into a million pieces, I know she is gone, I can see her standing above me as my eyes close and the pain drifts away.

Jayne

Out of breath I finally reach the top of the hill, the sky is dark waiting for that spark of light. I look down at my watch, 5:56 am, 4 minutes until the sun rises. I sit down and catch my breath; the wind picks up and whips through my auburn hair, I close my eyes and feel my heart beating in my chest, when my watch beeps, telling me it 6 o’clock. My eyes open as the sun rays stretch across the city, creating silhouettes of the high-rise buildings, growing every second as the sun rises higher above the busy horizon.

As the sun rose higher, I could see little lights flicker on as a new day starts, something in my pocket buzzes, of course, my phone, I look down to it and see Amelia’s name light up on my screen. Just as I’m about to press the green answer button, something grabs my hair and pulls me down from the top off the hill. I reach up and try to break its grip, but it is no use. With tears now stinging my eyes, I see nothing but a black blur, I try and get my feet under me, but that is no good. The blur sees me wiggling and it throws me against a metal object, I suspect a car door. With my hand free I wipe away the tears and look at the black being in front of me, their knees bend and they look at me puzzled, I try to grab what it is over their face but my hand is soon swatted away like a fly. Before I could attempt again a heavy and cladded hand smacks me across the face, bursting my lip, with blood running down my chin I still wonder what this person wants with me. They stand up and turn from me to remove whatever was hiding their face, they throw it to the ground and pull out something from their pocket.

“When I kill you, I want to see the life drain from your eyes!” a deep and recognisable voice said. I was curious why this person wanted to kill me; I haven’t done anything to anyone. My phone is still buzzing in my pocket, I try and reach it, but the figure turns their head around and I stop what I am doing before they return to look down at the particular object in their cladded hands. The figure turns around and I can see their face, scars run down the side like rivers corroding their way through the skin. I felt a shudder when I see their eyes, nothing was there except black and emptiness. The person was male, he was tall with blondish hair that snuck out underneath his hood. The object scared me the most, a blade, not just any blade, a blade so sharp you could cut yourself just looking at it.

“Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you?” I cried as he edged forward with a hint of a smile. He didn’t say anything but just kept edging closer, his smile growing with each step. I scrambled to my feet, ready to run, but something held me in place, I don’t know if it was fear or something else, my feet wouldn’t move on my command. The man leapt forward with the blade poised, it was like everything went slow motion as I flung my body to the right, I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder as the blade nicks my arm, turning my sleeve dark.

He looks at the blade with my blood trickling down the edge, I could hear him give a small chuckle when he snaps his head towards me. I send out a kick and it lands on his knee. He doesn’t even flinch, as he stamps on my shin, I can hear the bone crack as I try and hide the pain. I have more pressing issues now than a fractured shin. He bends down to my face and wipes the blood off my burst lip, he looks at it like he is waiting for something, while he is distracted I grab a rock that is behind me and swing it towards the side of his head. I see his eyes turn darker as blood spurts from the side of his scarred face. He raises the blade and presses it against my neck, the blade slightly cutting my skin; I feel like this is the end.

I try and push him off me, I see him give a faint smile as he removes the knife from my neck and stabs it through my right hand and into the ground. I can see the ground growing darker as my blood spurts out and my body starts to tremble. He moves up closer and puts his shin on my left forearm and his cladded hands around my neck, squeezing the life from me. I can feel my body tremble with fear as more and more oxygen is cut off. I try and move my hands, but the man laughs at me as I start to feel myself drift between the darkness and life, my vision blurs with tears as I know that this is the end, my eyelids droop as I see something behind the man, my eyes flutter shut and my body stops trembling as I hear a commotion and a scream somewhere in the distance, I want to open my eyes but I just welcome the darkness.