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The water pelting on my face like hockey pucks in a goal, snapping down as hard as they can. I was sure to have red sores tomorrow, but at the moment I didn’t have a care in the world. 2 3
I stood in the rain just watching him get away. He started to run from the colorful sirens. I stood there, this was my moment. My moment to catch him, I couldn’t chance the police not getting him. I took off after him. I was running pretty fast for someone who just watched their parents be murdered and herself be beaten. On top of it, thrashing about in the pouring rain.4 5
I was gaining on him. Almost there, I could practically taste the victory. One more step and. I fell on top of him with a thud. In the middle of the road, I lay on top of a killer. How wonderful. He rolled over so we were face to face. I put my hands around his throat in a desperate attempt to end his life. But he did the same. He flipped me over and pinned my arms to my side with his knees. Now the pressure of his body weight on my pruned, tender hands on concrete wasn’t a desired feeling. I winced.6 7
He back handed me. My cheek would probably be on fire right now if it weren’t for the freezing droplets of rain smashing against my being. 8 9
He then looked at me, wide eyed. I thought I saw a bit of regret in his eyes but it was soon replaced with lust. He bent his head down and kissed my neck moving to my chest as I was wearing a white camisole. Not the best thing to be wearing at a time like this, but I wasn’t really worried about a fashion statement at this moment. His hands roamed my body while his mouth still suctioned to mine so I couldn’t scream. 10 11
I squirmed to try to get away. He chuckled deeply. I wondered why but was soon found with an answer. I felt him poking against my jeans. I realized squirming like a scared animal wouldn’t be very wise, so I stopped. Instead I decided to get my hands back. The only way I could was if I ripped them from his hold. Palms face up with my arms twisted, I pulled a little. Flesh tearing, I hissed. He felt my hands move and only pressed them harder. Why weren’t the police coming?! 12 13
I tugged again, as hard as I could. I was almost free, sort of. I pulled once more and my hand were out, gushing, but free. I put my hands to his throat and he darkly chuckled. Like that evil laugh you use at a Halloween party while dressed as Dracula. I flipped as much as I could and was finally on top. I squeezed his air supply and watched him cower in fear. That was until I saw him smirk. The smirk that started this whole affair. My smile vanished like water vapor. He moved his hands from mine and went in his pocket. He came up with a butterfly knife. I tried to get up and make a run for it but was too slow. 14 15
As I stood he grabbed my foot landing in a face to concrete greeting. I was really starting to dislike nature. My flesh tore and blood trickled down my cheek, though it could be mistaken for rain, if my blood wasn’t warm. It felt good to have something warm on my face until I was torn back into reality.16 17
He put the knife to my neck and pulled me to my feet. I didn’t know where he was taking me till I blinked the blood and tears from my eyes. I saw the ever so comforting red and blue lights of the police cars. He was using me as bait to get away. Well, getting away, he might be able to pull off. But free of charge? I highly doubt that killing two adults, beating, and molesting their daughter while putting a knife to her throat wouldn’t have any charges.18 19
Yes, he killed my parents. All that I ever had, he took it all. My name is Kitira Johnson and I’m 16, recently an orphan. I’m a sophomore in high school and I’m in a band. However, let’s get back to the encyclopedia of my life after the drama settles. 20 21
He stepped closer and closer to the police. I could feel the safety blanket, but it was just out of my reach. The knife dug a little deeper and the blood began to flow. Tears started to cascade down my bloody face as I realized I was alone. I didn’t care if he killed me, what else did I have left? Nothing, he took everything. 22 23
I gasped as the salty tears burnt my torn face. I wish I hadn’t though for it only gave him more satisfaction with cutting open my jugular artery. 24 25
“Put the guns down and I wont kill her.” The man holding me stated.26 27
“I’m already dead. On the inside, you have killed me, taken everything.” I whispered. Not my most brilliant idea, I thought. He pulled my head backwards dragging the sharp metal down to my collar bone. Probably no intentional to move the blade, but with the force it couldn’t really be helped.28 29
“What did you say girl!” he spat, no not figuratively, he did spit on my face when he said that. “God you’re so sexy.” He once again, smashed his wretched lips against mine stuffing his nasty breathed tongue into my mouth. I bit it and he through me to the floor. My neck had already been severely sliced and blood had already poured, so when I tried to stand again to get away from most likely another beating, I fell to my knees due to dizziness. I tried to stand three more times with the same result. He kicked me in the side and through the knife at me. As it flipped through the air at me closing the small space it had to move, it sliced a deep gash under my bra hook. I arched my back and howled in pain. I didn’t bother to see if he was still there cause I knew he had fled.30 31
Someone had come to me and slowly moved me to my side. I was numb all over and things were going blurry. I had no doubt that right now I had a bruised and gashed face, broken ribs, flesh from my hands on the ground nearby, a knife in my back, blood gushing from my throat, and blood on my teeth from when I bit his tongue. I probably had more injuries than that, but I’ll leave it up to the doctors to find, if I make it.32 33
When I closed my eyes to the darkness, I thought I was dead. But there was no white light, no pearly gate with clouds afloat. There were no angels to take away my pain, and no one was dresses in white. It was the opposite. It was just pitch black other than the face of my parent’s killer. He was cackling. Just cackling at the bloody scene. He was sick; he would have to be to be laughing at such a nasty picture. It was horrible.34 35
The memory of my parents murder was replaying and replaying. I was starting to go mad. I couldn’t see anything else, till suddenly I felt something around my wrists. Something tight. I couldn’t tell what it was, I couldn’t see anything. Then around my ankles, same tightness. I was struggling to get free of it. I wanted out. I didn’t like the feeling of being held down, I thought it was the man again. Was he coming back for me, or was he killed. 36 37
I opened my eyes from what was apparently a figment of my imagination. No one was holding me down. The man was not there, he was gone. To where I didn’t know, and actually didn’t really give a rats ass if I saw him again. I looked at my feet and my arms and saw leather. Four point leather restraints. I guess I really did go mad. That’s interesting how someone’s dreams can affect their actions. 38 39
I, at this moment, was alone completely. I never had any friends; everyone thought I was a freak. I was a nerd, but knew my street smarts. I was so into textbooks and the way people live that I realized I didn’t have a life of my own. I never had a boyfriend, but I’ve had my fair share of kisses.40 41
I didn’t know what to do. Well there wasn’t really anything I could do, I was strapped to a bed because of my subconscious having a meltdown. I don’t blame it though. What else is there to do. 42 43
Thoughts of what my life could have, been rushed through my head. My parents-I missed them so much. Tears fell down my face, but I was hesitant, I didn’t want my salty tears to sting my face. I started to sob, what can I do to get over this. I need to push myself away from everything, have a career that makes sure I can’t get close to anyone ever again.44 45
A nurse walked in, startling me.46 47
“Sorry Miss, I didn’t know you were finally awake… I’ll go get Dr. Finch.”48 49
Did she say awake, how long have I been out?!50 51
A couple minutes later a middle-aged man walked in the room. His hair was black with gray my the ears and square thick rimmed glassed. Kind of homely looking.52 53
“Hello Ms. Johnson. How do you feel?” Dr. Finch asked like any Doctor does.54 55
“Just call me Kit please.” I gasped a breath. “Well my back hurts and my throat is making me dizzy. It hurts to brea-“ I started to cough uncontrollably.56 57
A little blood came out and I started to choke on it. I was starting to get dizzy. The nurses started to check the monitors while Dr. Finch was taking my pillow off the bed. I had seen this in the movies and read it in books, I was dying and to do anything to save me – they had to remove my pillow. Things went dark but I could still here them talk. I could hear my heart fade till the beat was gone. Yet I could still hear them. 58 59
Strangely I could see them, the paddles in their hands, saying ‘Clear’ and my chest rising. I could even feel the pain of the shock. I was dead at the moment and they were trying to find any sign of my heart. I touched the ankle of my human form in the bed, I could feel the icy-ness of death. Just like the movies I used to watch with my Dad.60 61
I could see them, my parents. They told me I needed to live. To wake up, they brought me into this world and didn’t want to be any part of a cause to cause me to leave it. Suddenly, my chest rose. Not from the shock, but from oxygen in my lungs. I was pulled back into my body and opened my eyes.62 63
“Glad to have you back Kit.” Dr. Finch smiled.64
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I really like the simile in the first paragraph.
I really like how realistic you make it seem. Everything seems as though I am standing right there watching the whole scene playout. Good job, kid. -
I love your use of detail. Not many people show so much detail now-a-days. I also like that it keeps me wanting to read more.
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holy cow
i feel bad for kitina. this story was full of suspense. there was so much going on that i just had to keep reading. 'His hands roamed my body while his mouth still suctioned to mine so I couldn’t scream', was my favorite line, because it was so well written. there are a lot of parts where you jump from present to past tenst, and it did get a little confusing, but i still enjoyed it. good job.
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