Legacy

Chapter 1: The Beginning

My head buzzes as my senses slowly and steadily return to me. Every slight noise makes my brain pound against the walls of my skull. My eyelids slowly open to a blinding light causing me to shut them instantly, while a couple of tears squeeze out. I force my eyes to open up again.

The walls of the room are painted brick and the floor is white tile. It looks like a hospital, but I know better. I pull my body up as the mattress beneath me creeks. My toe grazes the cold floor and a chill runs up my spine. I wobble to my feet, my head spinning.

A wooden door stands mocking me from across the room. I attempt to steadily make my way to it, but my headache gets worse with every step. I clutch the knob to steady myself and lean my head against the door.

The sound of screaming attacks my ears and I flinch. I slowly turn the knob and lightly push the door open. The screaming gets louder as I poke my head into the other room.

The man who bashed me in the head sneers as he pulls my fathers teeth out, one by one. The floor beneath them is splattered with blood. As my father's screams get louder the man yanks out another tooth.

"I bet this hurts you a lot more than it hurts me," he laughs, dropping the tooth onto a paper towel. The man pulls off his rubber gloves. "Now," he picks out two knives from the trey next to him, "which knife should I carve you with?"

I hug the wall and make my way behind him.

"You're right. The Turkish clip will do just fine," he says, digging into my father's forearm with the blade. Dad screams, and so does the pain in my head. "Finally getting what you deserve." The man removes the knife from dad's arm and flicks a few drops of blood off. "You know, I may be a killer," he digs the blade back into dad's arm, "but at least I wouldn't put my hands on my kid." Dad's eyes widen as he screams again.

My legs shake as I pick up the biggest knife from the trey. The blade is about as long as my hand. I grip the handle tightly and tiptoe behind the man.

The man removes the knife from Dad's arm again. My father's screaming stops as he falls limply against his restraints.

My head is still spinning and pounding, but I try to focus on my target. I raise the knife and plunge it at his back... But I just nick his arm instead.

The rest of my body tumbles against his back and he bucks me away. With a grunt the man spins around towards me. I attempt to cut him again, but he grabs my wrist and squeezes hard.

"Well, look who's awake," he says, not breaking eye contact and cutting off my circulation. My fingers go numb around the knife and my legs continue to shake. "Drop it." I let go of the knife and he lets go of me, placing it back on the trey. He removes the same bottle from before out of his pocket and pours some of the contents onto another rag.

I try to run, but I slip on the blood on the floor and my body was too unsteady to begin with. I fall hard on my elbows and knees, and can't find the strength to lift myself up. The fresh blood soaks my jeans and t-shirt.

The man's fingers curl around my forearm as he flips me over onto my back. He climbs on top of me, pinning my arms to the floor with his knees.

"No. No... No," I mumble-cry as he presses the wet cloth against my air holes.

His hand brushes a strand of hair out of my face as he shushes me. "Relax. This helps with the pain." I struggle beneath the man and try to buck him off of me. "Shh. Just breathe. Breathe sweetheart."

It feels like minutes for the drug to take affect on my body. The stench on the cloth invades my system as my senses begin to fade. Even my headache comes down a little. I stare into his calm smiling face as my eyes slowly close.