Daja (2015-03-23 23:22:31)

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"Do you think you can really leave my side?" My kidnapper said, as he tightened the belt around my neck.
I choked unable to speak, which pissed him off even more.
"Answer me Jellisa!" He yelled at me, pulling the belt away from me, watching as I took in deep, long breaths of air.
"No, master. I'll never leave."
Chapter 1
Sweat dripped down my brow and lips, as tears formed in-between the creases of my eyes.
That was the same dream I had, had for the past 5 months, but tonight it was very intense.
The dream didn't at all feel like one. It felt real, like it was really happening
As my mind scrambled to clear, I began to think about my past life.
I remembered how I use to be so close with my father, I use to be able to talk about everything with him, but now he never spoke to me, mostly because he felt my mother's death was my fault.
I still remember that day though, going upstairs to tell her I had had all A's on my grade card. But as I opened the door to her room, she was hanging from the window seal.
I had rushed to her side, hot sticky tears falling down my face, and hitting the wooden floors, crying my fathers name to come.
I heard him running up the stairs, hearing the pain in my voice.
"What's wwr...." before he even finished he saw his wife, hanging, with her eyes still open, just staring into his soul.
I had never seen my father cry before, but he was crying then.
"Get out! Never come back!" He yelled out at me angrily, mad at the fact she was gone.
I didnt say a word, I just left to my room and didn't come out for days. My body was aching for food, and the police had came some days earlier, I had heard them talking to my father. I knew my father wasn't home at the moment though, so I ran downstairs and grabbed a sandwich.
I began wishing he would talk to me though, I didnt know what I was going to do.
But I knew no matter what, he wouldn't talk to me.
He hated my very existence.
. . .
I got up from my bed, looking at my clock to see the time, which only said 2am.
I knew I couldn't go back to sleep, and it wasn't time for school, so I decided to go for a walk.
I strapped on my jacket, put on the same sweatpants, with my tennis shoes, and went on my way.
It was fairly dark outside as I stepped out the door.
Darkness had poured all over me as i walked down the narrow alleyway.
Short sticks and small pebbles flew around my feet as if they were dancing to a unknown tone.
I came to a stop when I saw a dark figure hiding in the distance.
The figure didn't move up to me, nor moved back. It just stood there, looking into my soul.
I was hesitant at first, but I began walking to it, but then I blinked once, and the figure was gone.
I looked around, looking for the figure that had vanished but it was nobody to be found, not even a car in sight.
I guided my hand through my hair and just tried to pretend that maybe I was hallucinating, maybe nothing was ever really there.
Instead of going home though, instead I went to my favorite spot.
I had sat in the middle of the tree. I remembered the time father and I spent making it. He had put the hole in the tree so that I could pull myself up to the tree house when he wasn't able to do it.
But I didn't want to go up it, so I sat there, until once again I saw the dark figure staring at me, this time moving closer.
I began to get scared, so I pulled the rope, which began pulling me up, but then the shadow started running towards me.
I panicked, and pulled on the rope as hard as I could, and it broke, making me fall to back to the ground, and hitting my head on the tree.
I remembered looking up, and the shadow was in front me.
I tried staying awake, but my body passed out, and eventually, so did I.

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