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The seventh child (6)
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 Created on 2-14-08
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My heart thudded in my chest, my head pounded furiously as Danielle neared toward me with an evil expression. The look of the devil.I begged with her, with the little of the breath I had to stop, to let me go. But she shouted furiously at me.
"You think your mother gave me and her brothers a chance, to live or lives to care for one another. They might be dead but I was still affected by it. Do you know what its like to witness something like that? To watch almost all of your family get slaughtered right in front of your young eyes? No you haven’t. But you will experience death".
She whispered something I couldn’t understand under her breath and waved her hand. Pounding me against the wall.
I felt a warm wetness against my arm and felt the stabbing pain.I was drifting in and out of conciseness.I heard a loud crash that stung my ears followed by Danielle’s louder scream.
"YOU! She shouted. This is none of your concern, it is better for you if she died anyways."
I heard a male voice.
"No. it wouldn’t. It doesn’t matter what you believe happened all those years ago, she shouldn’t have to die, and you know it".
"She’ll turn out just like her mother."
"No she won’t''.I heard footsteps
Danielle shouted. "No leave her. She mines to finish off".
"I will fight you for her". So just stay away.
She yelled something in a language I couldn’t understand which made me twitch and squirm in agony. I gasped out in pain.
"Stop that"! This male voice sounded angry.
"Why. What is she to you"?I felt another stab of pain in my side as she whispered something.Now the man whispered something which made her scream in agony. I heard her crash to the floor.I felt myself be lift form the floor; the ground began to move under me as someone raced me out the door.The last thing I remember was a car door slam until finally, I slipped under. The remembrance of the pain was all my dream was.I had a vague memory of being carried somewhere and someone’s voice calling out to me.When I woke up I was in a room, there was one window that a stream of light poured in.The blanket I was rapped in was feathery.I heard the sweet humming of someone coming from the room.I looked over to see an old woman with long gray hair and wrinkled face knitting.She looked up at me as I grunted to get up.
"Oh no my dear don’t hurt yourself". She came to my side.
"Who are you? Where am I"?
"Don’t worry your safe your at my house".
"Who was that man, the one who saved me"?
"Oh that landen Stafford he should be back shortly. Is there anything I can do for you dear granddaughter".
"Granddaughter…who are you".
"Why im Minnie Bechtold…your grandmother".
Grand mother. I thought. I thought she was dead.
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Please Login to post comments| On February 16th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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Great work! kmp |
| On February 15th 2008 Crazycutie7 Said : | |
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kmp |
| On February 15th 2008 brokenwings122 Said : | |
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This is awesome. Kmp |
| On February 14th 2008 Aradae Said : | |
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Keep up the good work. |
