10Chapter 1: Prologue
She ran as fast as she could towards her room…her sanctuary. When she made it, she closed the door behind her with great rapidity. Panting, she slid down against the door and onto the floor. She could hear many footsteps running up the stairs, followed by angry knocks on her door.
"Kathleen, open the door!" spoke the voice of a man.
"NOOO!" screamed the girl inside the silent room, the scream turning into an echo.
The girl, whom was called Kathleen, began crying. Her reason was unknown, even to herself. In an attempt to comfort her sadness, she drew her legs against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, burying her face in her lap. Subconsciously, she began rocking herself forward and backwards, murmuring silent words to herself.
"Leave me alone!" she whispered to no one. "Just leave me alone…"
The reckless punches on her door were continuous and that made her scream, like a child. Why wouldn't they leave her alone? Why wouldn't they just let her be? Was she just a 'person' that they get revenge with? Was she just a 'thing' for their own sins?
"Open the door!" the people outside kept barking.
No, she wouldn't let them…there was no one who could make her. Her head slowly raised up, her eyes puffy and her body drowning in the feeling of desesperation. She looked at her desk to see the object that these people feared, the object that would make them go away. She had considered it, but now she had decided.
She slowly got up from the floor, shaking a little, and walked towards 'it'. Extending her hand, she gently touched the cold handle, as if it was made of glass, before grabbing it. Yes, the knife was the only option she had in mind. The only option for freedom. A twisted smile appeared on her delicate face as she thought even more about it. She would finally get to be free.
Kathleen lifted her sleeve to reveal her porcelain, but pale skin. The sounds began drifting away, as the moment got closer, while she placed the icy sharp blade upon her wrist. She gulped down the tension and sudden excitement mixed with adrenaline she had, as in the same time she drew a quick breath.
The room went silent, and to Kathleen, time seemed to have stopped. The only sound that went through her ears was the disgusting sound of flesh being sliced and the drops of thick-red blood on the tiled floor. Her pain was incredible, but she did not mind…
She fell on her knees and looked at both her wrists. The blood had begun bathing her legs, as well as her clothes. But she did not care…she did not mind, in fact she actually laughed. Yes, she laughed and cried, both at the same time. Stifled giggles, with teary and hurtful eyes. She began feeling dizzy…sick, and this satisfied her. She would finally be free and…dead. She did not wanted to die, but she did wanted to get away. And at the moment, this was her only option. She wouldn't have to suffer, in both mind and body, about stupid things like…
Suddenly, the door opened with a 'bang'. A woman screamed and several people surrounded blood-dripping Kathleen. She looked up and saw their facial expressions. They were looking at her as if she was the most disgusting person that God could send to earth. And she looked back at them, thinking the same…she hated them. A man, dressed in white, whom she did not knew, came and grabbed her by the waist forcefully, lifting her up.
"She's bleeding too much!" spoke someone.
"Get her a doctor! Call 911!" said another voice.
"She's crazy!" gasped the woman.
"Stay still!" growled the man, who had lifted Kathleen from the floor with great strength.
But she wouldn't budge, as she struggled even more, with the strength she could muster, screaming and throwing punches and kicks. No, this wasn't going along plan. She must be dead already. Yes…dead and forgotten. She needed to die and…be free. At the thought of this she cried, big drops covering her anguished face.
Her vision began going blurry, but not because of her tears, no…she concluded that it was the loss of blood and the struggling that was taking it's effect, since her vision was going from blurry to black. Her breath was beginning to go shallow and her body was turning numb. Her arms hang in the air and the blood was flowing with great rapidity out of her body.
Maybe…Maybe she was dying.
Authors note: I hope you readers liked this chapter or better tell 'the prologue' of this story. I know it's pretty dark and gross, but this is the way she felt. After all she has quite a dark past, that it is going to be revieled as the chapters pass. Please review and let me know what you think, since this is my very first time that I had wrote something so…dark, at least in a story.