She didn’t want to remember what happened to her family, how she woke up groggy and confused—like now—and found them all dead around her.
No.
Not again.
“What the fuck! What is this?” The anger in his voice didn’t match the memories she had of the kind, nice, loving boy who swore he loved her.
Their faces swam in front of her and the room started to spin.
Lucky closed her eyes to try to stave off the nauseous feeling in her belly, while whispers hit her ears but made no sense in her muddled brain.
Someone put their hands on her knees and spread her legs wide.
Her eyes flew open and she tried to move, tried to lean up, to get away.
Heloomed over her, his gaze roving over her body, then landing on her face as he reached a hand out toward her.
Fear spiked. “D-don’t t-touch m-me. No one touches m-me.” Not anymore.
He reached for her.
She screamed. At least she tried. Did it come out or get swallowed in the terror engulfing her.
Everything went black.
Lucky opened her eyes just as someone shoved her legs into a car. She was lying on the back seat, staring at the sky out the back window.
“This isn’t right.”
I know that voice.
What’s hap—
Cold. Everything felt cold.
It felt like someone was jostling her. Everything smelled like pine. Maybe the poky things biting into her feet were pine needles. Rocks?
Am I outside?
She tried to open her eyes but they wouldn’t obey. They opened and closed like the shutter on a camera.
The sky and land swirled into a swirl of colors.
Where am I?
She came to again. Seconds, minutes, hours later. She didn’t know.
“You deserve this after everything I’ve done for you. You selfish bitch.”
Suddenly the person holding her under the arms as her legs and feet scraped against gravel and dirt pitched her forward and she slid down a slope, unable to maneuver her arms or legs. She felt like a rag doll or Jill tumbling down a hill. One that never seemed to end. It was nothing but pitch black as her leg smacked a large rock, her hip skidded against the dirt and debris as she rolled this way and that, her head bounced off a tree, and her chest slammed into the ground, something sharp speared into her shoulder, and her forehead smacked into stone. Everything stilled with a jolt and an explosion of pain and the lights went out again.
She couldn’t move. Everything felt battered, broken, and bashed. Cold. She’d never felt so…frozen. Like ice ran through her veins. She couldn’t even open her eyes, but she knew she was outside. In a forest maybe. Crickets chirped and bugs buzzed. Occasionally she heard the rustle of a bush, an animal pulling off leaves or berries or something.
Where am I?
What’s happened?
Everything hurts.
