Under The Stars / TWDG /

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Stella looks at her father who stares at her. He then looks for something else to grab. He grabs a small gold colored statue and throws it, it misses Stella again and hits the wall causing a small hole.

He then charges towards Stella. She tries to dodge but is to slow due to the shock that she was almost hit not once by an object, but twice.

The two fall through the doorway. Her father lands on top of her and her head lands harshly onto the floor. Her father wraps his hands around her neck tightly.

Andrew: I didn't want this to happen Stella. You caused this. If you would have just shut your mouth. If you would have just stayed pit of that basement! None of this would have happened!

Stella's vision was slowly getting hazier. She couldn't let her father win. She had to fight, not only for herself, but for the ones she lost, for the ones still alive, most importantly, for her mother. Her mother, who was always strong. Her mother, who was always happy, her mother who was beautiful and badass. Stella was her mother's daughter, she was strong and smart, she was a fighter. She was a star. Just like her mother.

Stella reaches her hand out for something, anything she could use. Her fingers touch something hard. She tries hard to grab it, but her father's grip on her was to strong. Her body was struggling to breathe, trying it's hardest to get air back into her lungs. She could see little black dots in her vision. No, she couldn't let her father win. She reaches more and her hand comes into contact with the object again, this time she's able to grab it.

Once it's in her hand, she swings it onto her father's head. It wasn't hard due to her body losing its strength, but it was hates enough for her father's grip to losen enough for her to push him off.

Her body greedily takes in as much air as it could. Tears fall from her cheeks. That was the closest she's ever gotten from dying. She wipes her cheeks and shakily stands up. Her father was quick to gain back his senses and charges her again. She dodges and runs. She doesn't really know where she was going, just that she couldn't allow her father to get his hands on her again.

She runs until she comes to a dead end. She looks around and sees a door. She goes inside of the room and come into a dilapidated room. It looks like it would have been a file room. There were desks in the middle of the room and filing cabinets pushed against the wall.

She quickly looks for a place to hide, but before she could even find a place, her father pushes open the door and charges once again at Stella. She dodges and throws her leg out connecting a hit on his leg. It causes him to stumble but he regains his balance and charges again. He pushes her into one of the desks. Multiple things fly off, such as pencils, pens, scissors, pictures of families, and a bunch of random work supplies.

Stella could feel some of the supplies dig into her skin. It took her a few minutes for her to come back to her senses but not for long before she was pulled off of the desks and onto the floor.

Andrew: I'm sorry, but it's time for you to be with your mother. (He grabs a pair of scissors and walks closer to Stella.)

Stella was frozen in fear. Everything in her body was telling her to stand up or dodge or something, but she couldn't. She was tired, more than ever. The thought of being with her mother was something she had thought of every once and a while. Is that what she truly wants though, to be with her mother?