Everything changed around me, everything I thought was just a movie happened in a few seconds… I lost everything, I lost all I care about… but will I give up? Will I allow this unknown world to consume me? I-I don’t know… this journey I embrace will be a tough fight I never thought I would ever have to walk… all I care about is making through today, to face tomorrow…
My skin slides against the wooden floor, leaving pieces of splinter stuck inside, "Issabella, get up, now!" Fresh blood enters my nostrils; mom's grim view frightens me, "Why are you covered in blood mom? Where's dad?" Her weight doesn't leave the door, red substance leaks from her neck... what bit her?
Red substance knots in her loose hair, her black coloring drains on her cheekbones, her lips shivers, her petite body trembles to keep her posture... Her palms throw me toward the restroom, “Bunny, hide, p-please… when I tell you to escape, you do so, without thinking twice,”