Yo guys, it's Val here, and I finally got to make this update for y'all! There should be 2-3 parts for this story, so stay tuned! Now read on! Don't forget to comment, and vote if you enjoyed!
Luv, Val
My eyes flew open in a panic as I practically bounced from my covers. I panted as I clutched the sheets scattered around me as if my life depended on the delicate piece of fabric. My breath came in bursts of white in the frosty night air that hovered inside my bedroom.
The rainbow wallpaper around my room seemed so sinister as I attempted to forget the frightening dream. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and turned on my marble bedside lamp. I drew my legs out of my bed hesitantly and placed them on the soft woollen carpet, sighing as my body slowly began to relax. My mind began to drift off the terrible dream as I started to nod off once more.
My head was slumped on my shoulder when I heard a blood chilling thump downstairs. I bolted upright and shivered as I tried to listen more carefully. My feet carried themselves out of the pink bed and into my pair of fluffy slippers. Another thump came even louder as I tiptoed over to my desk on the other side of the room, away from the door.
My parents. I worried as I climbed under the wooden piece of furniture. I grabbed my pocket knife from behind its drawers noiselessly. I listened motionlessly as I sat there.
Darling, if you hear thumps in the night, mum will take care of it, ok? Dad will fight off the bad guys, ok? Their voices echoed in my head as I shook in fright, as the thumps grew louder by the minute, and closer to my door, it seems. I held on to my blonde hair tightly as I readied my knife.
Suddenly there was a bone shuddering scream coming from under me. My mother. A curse sounded and a yell, before two consecutive thumps. My father. What was happening?????
I remembered to be scared and shrank under the desk as I curled into what I believed to be an impenetrable ball. I could feel it in my entire body, the news stabbing right into my conscience as I controlled my sobs desperately. They were gone.
Footsteps thundered up the stairs as my door smashed open. I balled my hands into fists with rage as I remembered that I didn't shut off the lights. I saw black polished boots parade around my room from my position, wedged awkwardly under my chair, which was tucked under the table tightly.
"I know you're here, little girl" A low voice crowed near me. I shiver as a wave of nausea rushed down my spine. "Come out, it'll make my job earlier, and save you some trouble..." It whispered like the devil itself.
As a few minutes passed, my body refused to allow me to reply to his request. He snorted lightly.
"Very well, unfortunately then I must take action, little girl. Not a wise choice." The voice snickered. "I know exactly where you are you know. Last chance to present yourself"
I nearly whimpered but stopped just in time. The man sighed.
"Fine then."
I remembered yelling and thrashing as his calloused hand snaked under the table and grabbed me ruthlessly. I attempted to kick and stab him but with a shake of my body the knife dropped like a stone from my trembling hands. I was roughly tossed to the floor, screeching.
My assailant's emerald eyes glared into mine. I witnessed the amusement that was present on his face. Growling, I was desperate to not show any weakness. However I shivered as the scream of my poor mother echoed in my tortured ears.
The last thing I remember was him raising a razor sharp syringe. I recoiled as a silver feeling gripped my body, as the syringe pierced my flesh. Then darkness embraced me.

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