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Our Dark Secret (Part 5)

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My father. I turned around only to see the man who was following us. He walked up to us with an eerie calm posture. He took large slow steps in our direction and he looked at me with self satisfied confidence. Nothing in his manners looked as if he was in a rush to take us away from the group of faceless people. Somewhere inside I started to realise that I wasn’t at the right place, but I refused to give into my thoughts. With the last bit of hope I had I tried to tell the man again what was going on. Without really listening he pushed me aside and walked up to the man behind me. My head started hurting and my vision blurred. “Nonsense! This is just all a bad joke. I’m not kidnapping these children.” A bad joke. I looked at my thin, emaciated body, covered with bruises and my feet soaking in blood. This wasn’t a bad joke. This was real. He would see it to if only he had eyes to do so. “I didn’t kidnap these girls. They are merely part of the plan.” For a moment he looked at me. What I saw wasn’t desperation. He didn’t try to talk himself out of anything, but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He grinned at me. The faceless man started to chuckle. “Which one?” “The older one.” I knew I had to leave. Something really bad was about to happen. In the corner of my eyes I saw another faceless one stretch out his arms in the direction of the girl. Suddenly all energy flowed back to my body. It didn’t take me one thought to kick him in the stomach. I ran up to the girl, grabbed her arm and started to run. Our path was immediately blocked by the river. The people responded quickly and within seconds we were surrounded. I turned my head to the river and decided. Quickly I lifted the girl in my arms and jumped into the river. Moments long I didn’t think about anything but the water around me. I swam with all my strength dragging the girl with me through the water. We were being followed by exactly 10 faceless men. I don’t know when I had the time to count, but somehow I knew it. The adrenaline inside me made me push forward with all my might. I hardly noticed us arriving at the other side, nor did I realise what I was doing when I pulled the girl up besides me on the land. All I could think of was run and protect. Still soaked in our clothes we ran up on the hill in front of us and took cover behind the trees. The thoughts in my head started running wild when I saw the people approach our hiding place. I looked around to see if I could find anything that could save us. As quietly as I could I tried to sneak up the hill  and right at the top I found exactly what I needed. A really broad tree trunk was held back by only a few small rocks and it’s own weight. I looked at the path that the trunk could follow and I knew what had to be done. The faceless people were quick, so I didn’t waste a second to think about it. I knew that if I did, I would regret it. Quickly I removed the rocks that held back the tree trunk. “You!” I yelled at the girl who responded in frightened surprise. “Help!” I signalled her to come over and we started to lean against the tree trunk. The faceless people were no less than 10 metres away from us when it started to roll. I followed it’s track as it rolled over a stone edge in the hill and it was launched above their heads. At least four people were hit in the head by the wide trunk and everywhere I looked I saw red. For a few precious seconds I stood still and I stared at the panic. Four people… I killed them all. I looked again and again and after a few moments I realised what I felt. It was so easy. Something inside me felt relieved and almost… Happy. A small smile formed on my lips as I kept watching at what happened. Suddenly I felt something pulling my shirt and I looked down to see the desperate eyes of the little girl looking up at me. I looked at the men again and saw that they were moving. I came back to my senses and I turned around. Quickly we ran down the other side of the hill and I almost cried out when I saw it. A few metres away from the foot of the hill I saw a huge rock wall coming closer. Behind us the men had almost caught up. With no other option we ran up to the wall until we had no where else to go. With only a few metres between us I tried to suppress my desperation and think clearly. I looked at the little girl and lowered my face to her level. “Hey, what’s your name?” She looked at me surprised but in spite of her confusion she whispered her name. “Alice.” I sighed. The men had already surrounded us. “I’m Sarah. Listen, Alice. Close your eyes and stay behind me. What ever you do, don’t open them or move from this spot until I call your name. Promise me that okay?” I grabbed her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. She slightly nodded and closed her eyes. I stood up again, straightened my back and faced the men. “Why are you doing this?” My voice sounded loud, clear and confident. I wasn’t, but I wasn’t about to let them find out. One of the men stepped forward. He had no special features and looked exactly the same as the rest of them. “You weren’t kidnapped. You were just brought here to fulfil your purpose.” The answer only arose more questions. “What purpose? Why?” The man laughed. An evil grin appeared on his face. “It’s like a game. We bring you here, we make you suffer, we laugh and enjoy and at the very end only the strongest one remains. Having lived to see all the other die, that’s true pain. That one gets to live to hear the truth. You are the strongest one, girl. Soon you’ll get to suffer one last time to see that little girl there die too. After that you are given a choice, join us or become our sacrifice. It’s harmless really. You were never meant to lead a normal life anyway. Chosen by birth…” My head became silent. That’s it. They’re just freaks. They deserve it. My heart grew cold as ice. “Who chose me?” I didn’t get an answer. Six faceless men were approaching me from all sides. No one is going to die anymore. Not for me, not ever. I will protect her. Rage darkened my eyes. I launched myself at one of the men and pushed my hand in his neck. From all sides the men were pulling at me to keep me away, but I kept pushing. The man stopped moving and I started to kick and punch all the people around me. I fought for my life. I fought for hers. My hands were covered in blood and one by one I saw the men die because of me. And it felt… Good. Somewhere in between a wide grin started growing on my face as my vision faded away more and more by the redness in my eyes. Before I knew it there was only one left. The man moved quickly, grabbed me and held me in a lock. I struggled and fought, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t break free. Some of my own sense started coming back and I could only think of her again. I started to yell. If he won, she would die. “Alice!” She opened her eyes. Everywhere she looked she saw blood and death. Tears started running down her face. “Alice! Run!” She looked up at me. “I can’t…” “Run and never come back! This is our secret! Whatever you do don’t come to find me, ever! Promise me you won’t!” She doubted. “But…” “Promise me!” I screamed at her. Loudly crying the girl ran away towards the hill. “I… Promise!” I kicked the min in his stomach and bit his arms. I did everything possible to stall him as much as possible and minutes later the girl was gone. I had broken free from his arms, but I saw no chance to run. I smiled and let out a relieved sigh. She was safe. I looked at the man and the energy started flowing out of my body. All the will I had before started to disappear without a trace. A grin appeared on his face as he approached and slowly he started showing more human features. “No more running now sweety…” Something in his voice sounded familiar. The rage in my eyes made room for a clear view. The man in front of me did have a face. It was my father. Confusion could be seen in my expression, but before I had the chance to talk he did. “Why? You want to know that right? Well, like we said. It’s just for fun. You were made for our amusement from the very start. Why do you think your colour was always purple? Are you starting to remember already?” Flashes of my memories appeared in my head. I saw my father, holding my hand, leading me to that basement and giving me something to drink. “Make me proud.” He had said. I looked at him as rage started to blind started to blind my eyes again. Without thinking I pushed my foot forward into his stomach. I threw him on the ground and I started hitting. “18 years! You raised me to be killed for 18 years long!” Tears ran down my face, but I didn’t stop. My fists started hurting, but I didn’t stop. Even when his body stopped moving I kept on hitting him. Somewhere in between, right before my body collapsed from exhaustion, I lost myself. Forever.

Hello everyone! It took me a long time to finish this final part, baucause I wanted so much to happen in it 😛 But finally! I finished it 😀 I’m actually really proud of myself for this because this is the first time I actually pushed through and I finished my very first short story! (One that’s short and not tiny, and doesn’t leave more questions than anwsers, that is xD) I think this will be the first of many, because ever since I started this blog, I’ve started to discover my passion for writing more and more 😀


Our Dark Secret (part 4)

“lice… Alice!” She jumped up and stared straight in Sarah’s worried eyes. She was laying in a living room on an uncomfortable brown sofa. She felt a stinging pain in her hear and her back was hurting because of the uncomfortable position she was in. “What…” “You passed out on my steps.” Sarah gave an abrupt answer and stubbornly tried to evade her gaze. “You’re awake now, so you can leave.” Alice looked at her in surprise. “But, Sarah…” She didn’t finish her sentence. “Why did you even come here anyway? I thought we made a deal… No, you promised!” She released a deep sigh from her lips. Alice started. “I had to talk to you.” “Ok, talk.” Alice tried to catch her eye, but Sarah looked straight ahead. “How are you doing?” For a moment Sarah looked up. There was doubt in her expression at first, but in a split second it changed to anger. “Look if you’re here to talk about birds and bees you would do well to leave right now! I don’t want…” “I just want to know how you’re doing!” This time Alice was the one to interrupt her, a little bit more forceful than she had intended. She tried to regain her calm again when she saw Sarah’s indignant expression. “I just want to talk to you. We never had the chance for that when…” She stared at the floor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know perfectly fine what I’m talking about! It was no dream Sarah, it was real. And we are the only ones who know it.” Sarah looked away. “I’m doing fine. After 14 long years I’ve gotten over it and I’m doing perfectly fine. Is that what you wanted to hear?” There was an uncomfortable silence. For a moment Alice didn’t know how to respond. Her eyes wandered through the living room. It was a big house. The furniture was obviously expensive and the decorations were suitable for a rich person, Sarah obviously being one of them. But there was something missing. In the room there was no sign of something personal. Not one picture or a souvenir from a far away journey. There was no sign of life in the house except for their presence. It was empty. “Is that all?” Sarah asked impatiently. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, Sarah. But we can’t just forget about each other. We have to be there for each other, even now.” “I don’t have to do anything! My life is perfectly fine without you and it has been for 14 years.” Alice looked confidently at her.

“Your life is not fine.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No it’s not. Look at where you are right now. You’re all alone and you’re what, 35?

“32. And how do you know I’m alone? What if I tell you my husband will come home in 20 minutes?” Alice tried to hide her chuckle. She silently hoped that she hadn’t misjudged Sarah.

“Well is he?” Sarah looked away and started blushing a bit.

“Well… No. But you can’t possibly know that! Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being alone!” Alice looked serious again. She looked her straight in the eyes.

“For God’s sake Sarah, it is wrong for you! You deserve more!” She forced a smile on her face. “I remember when I first saw you. It was dark, everyone was depressed and gloomy. I was hungry and even at that age I already felt like giving up on life. Then you were there, the only person laughing. Who on earth would laugh in that situation? You made me laugh. You helped me through it, you protected me with your life. You’re a great person and that’s why you deserve more than what you have now.” Sarah looked up with dry tears in her eyes.

“What do you want to hear from me? You’re right, I’m not okay. Everyday I have nightmares about that day. Whenever I think of what I did I start shaking. I can’t connect with people like I used to… But I don’t need you to remind me of that again! You’re the last person I need right now!” “Well I need you!” Alice screamed. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes leaving a trail along her cheek. “I have nightmares and I do need you. But apparently you changed. I’ll go then.” Sarah looked surprised when Alice stood up. Her stomach started turning and she forced words to come out of her mouth. “Wait!” Silence. “You’re right.” Another long and meaningful silence. Alice sat down on the sofa without making a sound. “Every time I look in the mirror I feel the same. I can’t bear myself. All those things I did…”  Alice put her hand on Sarah’s knee and looked her straight in the eyes. “I never had the chance to thank you. You saved my life that day. You were strong, you showed courage and you kept looking forward. I admired you and for all these years I wanted to be more like you. Thank you.” Sarah quickly looked away. “I had to. You were my reason for living. Without you I’d probably given up.” “But you didn’t.” Sarah showed Alice a hesitant smile. “I didn’t.”

Alice sighed, took a deep breath and looked meaningful at Sarah. “I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” Her eyes widened. Before she could respond Alice continued. “I’m going to marry. I love him with all my heart and I just can’t hide it anymore. I kept it a secret until now, because I promised you, but I can’t go on like this. I want you and me both to tell him, because you’re a part of this. You’re an undeniable part of my life, no matter how you look at it.” Sarah’s eyes were focused straight ahead. Her lips were pushed together in a small straight line and moments long it looked as though she didn’t breathe. “No.” Her answer was short and clear. “No. It’s not óur story. It’s mý story. I decide whether we tell it and I say no.” Suddenly Alice got angry. “What do you mean it’s your story? It’s ours! We were in it together, I’m just as much a part of this as you are!”

“No! It’s my secret. It was my father!”

Suddenly there was a silence.

“Your father?” Alice looked surprised.



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Our Dark Secret (part 3)

Suddenly I was painfully aware of what happened and of how I got here. The only thing I don’t know is why. Why one earth would someone be so cruel? I look at the girl behind me, with who I had to survive the past couple of days. With who I could survive. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering but before I know it, I’m inside the basement. It’s black as the night and the only bit of light we have comes from 3 weak candles that are about to burn up at any moment. We’re with ten. Ages vary from 5 until 50 years old. None of us remembers how we got here or more importantly, why. Day after day we are stuck in this place without water and without food constantly shivering in the bitter cold. The time moves slowly and with every victim the passing of each minute feels like the passing of an extra year. It feels like an eternity that we have to survive in the predominant scent of death. I put all my effort in staying positive and strong. I promise myself that I’m okay. It doesn’t matter if it’s a good day or a bad one. I will absolutely and most definitely be okay. I’m the only one who thinks this. I learn the hard way that if people give up on lie, life gives up on them. I force myself to keep smiling as I see everyone seek heavenly peace, one by one. And I’m still alive and powerless. A fierce pain in my heart awakens me from my thoughts and I realise my smile didn’t work. I protected no one. Except for her. Everything in me screams that I have to keep it like this. I have to protect her. In front of me I see the man from the car. His fist is ready to aim another punch at my face. With effort I surprises my terrible headache and I make place for determination. I have to protect her. I have to protect her. The man lashes out to me en I quickly duck away for his fist. I turn around his arm and step on put my full weight on his feet. A loud scream comes out of his mouth, but I ignore it. He tries to reach for me again, but his pain prohibits him from aiming right. I turn around his back and hit him with my fist. It feels as if I punched a concrete wall. I scream, I hesitate for a moment and he grabs me. His arm is locked around my neck and it squeezing the air out of my lungs. I try to scream, but no sound leaves my throat. Instead I bury my teeth deep into his skin and in the distraction he lets go of me. He quickly recovers but I’m too fast for him. I won’t allow myself to hesitate again. I stay behind him as he tries to turn around. Quick on my feet I follow his movements. He stands still for a second and without a second thought I put all my strength into a kick right between his legs. He bends over in pain and I immediately respond by lifting my foot and pushing his behind causing him to fall over and roll on the ground, cringing from pain. I don’t hesitate for a moment and I grab the hand of the girl. I pull her with me in the direction of the bridge where we came from. People. I have to find those people. I keep on running at full speed with the hand of the little girl clenched in my own. “Stop!” She yells. “You’re hurting me!” I don’t stop. There are more important things in life than pain. Pain is good. Pain is proof that you’re alive. I choose pain over death. More importantly, I chose my death over hers. I want to tell her I’m sorry and I want to explain why I’m doing this, but my breathing is too irregular to squeeze words in between the breaths. In the corner of my eyes I see her crying and shaking, but I don’t have the time to comfort her. Another pain in my side. Why can’t I go faster!? “He’s… Coming… Closer!” Her words are interrupted by heavy breaths and her own sobbing. Shit! I try to run faster. My feet hurt, they start to bleed. I don’t stop. Suddenly I see the crowd of people coming closer. My heart jumps up from relief. I look to my side and show the girl a tired smile. “It’s almost over.” I look forward and start to yell and wave. No one looks up. Suddenly the people seem to disappear into the sky. One by one they go away and I see my salvation disappear right before my eyes. I try to run faster, if I’m faster they won’t all disappear! I think by myself. But my energy goes away. A human can only take so much. The little girl on my hand drops down from exhaustion and the distance between the man and us is becoming dangerously small. I have to go on. I push every bit of strength I have left out of my body and I lift the girl on my back. With my last strength I run to the small group of people left. Everyone of them is wearing black with purple coats. I run straight into one of them and before I know it I’m surrounded by black and purple. “I… Help… We…” While panting I try to bring forth a logical sentence. The man I ran into turns around. My heart seems to stop. My head starts spinning and from desperation I fall to my knees. The man in front of me… Or the thing… It has no face. I’m surrounded by faceless beings. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” The voice sounds concerned, but I can’t read any emotions. “I… I…” Full of disbelief I keep staring at them. The weight of the girl on my back starts to get to me. She doesn’t seem to notice a thing. “First we were in a basement, we didn’t know where we were, but when we were the only two left there came a man and he brought us to a car and Sarah hit her head very hard and…” Her voice faded away. I was surrounded by nothing but silence and disbelief. The soft wind blew against my cheeks and I felt a sting from all the wounds on my body. I didn’t admit to the pain and I refused to cry. Instead, my head became empty and I stared at the darkening sky. Would someone miss me if I were to die? I imagined my father and mother crying by my grave. They would surely cry, right? I saw a purple and a white rose next to my grave stone. Purple. My colour.

If someone was in danger and one of you was to die, would you sacrifice yourself no matter what? Would you go through fire if you could save someone else? Would you for your best friend, or your mother? More importanlty, would you die for a complete stanger? Despite always being the youngest in a group, I never felt I had to be the one that was protected. (My brother can confirm… to his regret ^^’) I always felt that I’d protect the other instead of me. I’d protect my worst enemy instead of myself. Just because I value another life over mine I guess. But well, anyone can just say something like this. I guess even I’ll never really know what I’d do until the time comes that I actually have to choose. I think by that time, I will be given courage. Let’s just hope that I’ll never have to confirm that xD (Sudden deep thoughts here xD)

Our Dark Secret (part 2)

With this picture even I dream of getting lost in the middle *.*

She opened her eyes and stared at the clear blue sky. Her face was tight with her dried tears. She let out a deep soundless sigh as she stared into an empty space. She was still trying to calm her breathing when the face of a little boy suddenly appeared right in front of her face. His surprised blue eyes stared straight at her making her jump up. With a hard smack her forehead hit the boy and she fell back into the grass. The boy grasped his forehead and let out a loud scream, but only seconds later he started laughing. Quickly she forced herself to laugh with him and mumbled an apology. “Doesn’t matter ma’am.” He responded with a bright, wide grin. “But what was wrong with you? You seemed sad.” Her hart skipped a beat. She tried to force a little bit of confidence in her shaky voice, but when she tried to talk, nothing happened. Nothing’s wrong. It was only a dream. Her voice refused to listen to her mind. Millions of thoughts started raging through her mind. All of them at the same time. All of them loud. “Nothing.” She said much more fierce than she had intended. Quickly she softened her voice and tried to look at the boy kindly. She ran her hand through his hair and responded happily. “Don’t worry kid, there’s nothing wrong. Just a bad dream, nothing more.” With big, worried eyes the child stared at her, feeling that there was more going on. He opened his mouth to protest to her, but before he had the chance she heard a woman’s voice calling out for him. He turned around and ran away, but before he was gone he looked at her one last time. “Don’t cry. Laughing is much more fun!” He showed her one last brilliant smile before he disappeared. With a deep sigh she fell back into the grass again. She was surrounded by the sound of playing children, excited parents and barking dogs, but in her head the sound slowly faded. She was left with nothing but her thoughts and memories. She turned to look at the lake next to her in which she saw a perfect reflection of the sky above. A white line of clouds ran through the water ending at the form of an airplane passing by. The water and the sky seemed to blend together perfectly as civilisation was distancing itself from her. Somewhere inside she had the hope to disappear. Somewhere in the middle, in between the water and the sky. To lose her identity, her thoughts and her past somewhere inside. She thought back at how surreal it felt. The only memories she had left came back to her in every dream. The memories she had… Weren’t hers. Not her dreams or her thoughts, simply her interpretations. How she though she would have felt. That was the worst part. The pain she had to suffer through the years wasn’t real pain from her perspective. Somewhere inside her she yearned for it. For her own pain and her own fear. For closure. But there was none. Instead she had to bear another’s burdens. Did she have closure already? She stared at the sky again. A tear fell from the corner of her eyes into the soft grass. Her thoughts weren’t loud and confusing anymore. They didn’t yell through everything creating unstructured chaos in her head, but for once, they were silent. Deep inside she knew what she had to do. She had known for a good 6 years what to do, but she hadn’t dared to. At that moment in the silence of her thoughts she knew there was no point in resisting it anymore. This is why I’m here. She took one more deep breath and pushed herself up against the ground. She patted the grass off her pants and walked towards the houses. Before she knew it she stopped. She stood in front of a big white house. There was no nametag on the door, but she knew she was at the right place. She ignored her shaking legs and took a deep breath. She softly knocked on the door. Almost inaudible. There’s no going back. I have to do this. She knocked again, louder this time. She heard the sound of footsteps behind the door, a key turning the lock around and she saw the door partially open. Her breath stopped. Moments long she stared at the woman in front of her and the woman stared straight back. A long silence. Her eyes filled up with tears and her voice started shaking. Softly she whispered, “Sarah…”. The woman took a deep breath.

“What are you doing here.” Short. Direct.

“I wanted to…”

“Well I don’t. You promised.”



The door was closed in her face with a smack. Tears started running down her face. She couldn’t stop them anymore. She started shaking. Her mind started screaming. Everything was hazy, everywhere was chaos. There was no rest anymore. There was never any rest. Chaos. Since that day there was only chaos. Noise. Thousands of thoughts. She couldn’t think straight anymore, the only thing in her head was a scene that kept repeating. Blood everywhere. Pain everywhere. These weren’t her thoughts. They were possessing her and they took away her breath. Her sight started turning and fading and with a hard smack she hit the ground. She felt the cold steps on her face and everything disappeared. Sarah…

Woohooow 😀 Part 2 of ODS translated and I found out… I think this story is going to be a bit longer then expected, 4 parts isn’t long enough and what I have now is a bit rushed. I want to take my time to let you all feel the same fear of the main character(s) Enojoy ^_^ Oh and a side note: This is my 60th post! *little celebration inside my head* For my 100th post I’m gonna do something special. I have 40 more posts to figure out what, but suggestions are encouraged ^^

Our Dark Secret (part 1)

My eyes open and I take a look around me. It’s dark. The dominating scent of wet leather penetrated my nose and I feel a heavy weight leaning on my shoulders, taking away the freedom I have to move. The weight is coming from a child of at least half my age. Her head is leaning against my shoulder where a moist spot has appeared on my shirt. I feel a sharp pain in my side and something wet running down my cheek. Tears? I quickly move my hand along the side of my cheek and I feel pain. I taste a salty, metal like fluid on my lips. Blood. I try to distract myself from the pain and make an effort to focus on my surroundings. The place in which I’m sitting is narrow and leaves little space for me to breathe. The little bit of space we both have is limited by big, heavy objects. Careful not to wake up the child I reach out for one of the objects. Cardboard, squared, heavy. They are boxes. I assume they’re meant for moving something important, but I don’t know what. My current uncomfortable position keeps me from finding out. I try to turn around, careful not to make any sudden movements. With care I lift the child off my shoulder and lay her against one of the boxes. I have a little bit more freedom to move and I manage to partly turn around. I find myself directly facing a window that is carelessly darkened. A thin, black piece of cardboard is taped against the window and a small line of light shines from underneath the lines of duct tape. Quickly I pull the tape away and I find myself looking at a beautiful moving landscape. The sky is coloured in a beautiful orange red and in the distance I can see the lights of a city flicking on one by one. We are on a mountain. Or a hill. Maybe a bridge. All I know is, we’re somewhere high. Beneath us I can see a broad, raging river splitting apart a huge crowd. People are everywhere on both sides of the river. From afar I can’t go so far as distinguishing their faces and all I see is a huge black crowd. Black with purple. Slowly the crowd is moving away from my sight and I see us leaving a bridge on the path behind us. Suddenly it hits me. We’re moving. A car we’re in a car! Quickly I look around to find the driver. A sharp pain in my head cuts through my senses. I have to leave. Everything inside me starts screaming the same thing. My thoughts are flying through my head and I can’t think straight anymore. Without thinking I start to yell and I start banging my fists against the window. A surprised and teary face looks up to me, but I keep on yelling without delay. I have to leave. I have to leave! “Be. Quiet!” The heavy voice of a man. Another pain in my head and my screaming stops. “What should we do?” An anxious voice whispers in my direction and I feel little hands grasping mine in panic. I look at the girl. She’s 8 years max. Her lips are shaking, tears are running along her cheeks en a pair of hopeful yet anxious eyes stare straight at me. Her brown hair is smeared with a mixture of blood and filth. I have the feeling my stomach is turning around and something is telling me to take action, but I don’t know what I should do. Another pain in my head. I cringe and groan from the pain I’m in. Everything in my body hurts. I start yelling again. “Silence!” I hear rage in his voice but I can’t stop myself from groaning. Suddenly I feel the car moving. We make a sharp curve and I bump my shoulder into the sharp edge of one of the boxes. Suddenly the car comes to a stop. I hear the front door flying open and being closed with a hard smack. Not a second later the backdoor flies open and we fall outside together with a couple of boxes. Quickly I try to protect the girl from the falling boxes causing one of them to hit me in the head. Before I get the chance to recover I feel a large hand grabbing my injured shoulder. Without any effort I’m lifted in the air causing me to face the man directly. It’s impossible to try to resist, the man holds me tight with the greatest ease. Since when am I so defenceless? I’m nót defenceless! I’m… I look at my legs and move my eyes along my body. I look like a zombie. What in the hell happened to me!? “Leave her alone!” A small yet confident voice yelled out to the man and I turn my head in surprise. What is she thinking? Don’t do it! That’s… The man throws me aside on a pile of boxes. All alarms in my body are ringing as he slowly walks up to the girl. “Know what is good for you child. Be quiet.” His voice is threatening. Heavy. Quickly I stand up and before I realise what I’m doing I throw myself in front of the girl and receive a hard punch in my face. I spit something out, my head is pounding and again I taste blood on the inside of my cheeks. I stand up. I scream. I keep screaming.

So, I was actually planning on writing the next part of the Path of Power, but I know what to write yet still not How to write it down xD So I was planning on entering in a competition, but stupid me mistook the date to hand the text in -_- So now I have a dutch story of about 4000 words for nothing ^^’ I’m gonna translate it (beause english is more awesome) and instead of PoP (Path of Power) I’ll make this another ongoing story xD Our Dark Secret has 4 parts… Look forward to it 😀 Oh and the picture had the same kinda feel to it as the back of the car, so that was to bring everyone (and myself) in the eerie mood 😛

(Oh yeah, inspiration from my friend Ralu, I benefit from her nightmares… Have some more for me sweety >:D)

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