• This little town used to be populated with about three hundred people, including myself, until one day, two siblings came in and brutaly murdered everyone, except me. They said I had potential. I had a choice, to die right then and there, or go with them. Of course, at the time, I didn't think about right or wrong. I thought about surviving. I gladly accepted their offer, but soon regreted it. Kidnapping, touturing, and killing is now my life. Now, I wish I choose to die that night, but I'm too afraid to admit it to them. I'm too scared to die.

    I was a young thing when this whole thing happened, maybe twelve or so. It's a part of my past I don't like recap. My names Kailey and I'm living in my own personal hell. Most of my life, I've always been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether it's been when a rides broken down, or having a gun held to my head. But fates something that I can't change. It's something no one can change. That's lead me to think, maybe being a part of this sick game was fate.

    As I recall, it was a dark stormy night. One of those nights where you know something bars going to happen. I recall, before I went to bed, hearing the faint sounds of gun shots, but I pushed it to the back of my mind until I heard it next door. Then I heard it downstairs. I frantically pulled the blankets over my head and once the door opened, the sheet was ripped from my head and I had two guns pointing at me. "W-W-What do you want?" I manage to choke out until the girl spoke. "Dante. Look at her. She's someone we could use." the guy, who I guessed was Dante took a look at me and shook his head back and forth. "No Delilah. You said that about the last twenty kids." he said as he pointed the gun directly in between my eyes. I had a look of horror on my face. These kids had to be about five or six years older than me, but they're cold blooded murderers. I simply stared at the gun, then the two teens. I didn't say a thing. "She’s not even scared Dante. Let's come back when we finish." After that, Dante shook his head yes and they both left.

    About five minutes later, I heard more gunshots from across the street, and then next door. It took a few minutes for it to set in. Everyone around me was being murdered and I didn't do anything to stop it. Everyone was gone. I slowly stood up and draped my feet over onto the floor and then stood up. Once I knew I was stable on my feet, I ran down stairs and automatically put my hand over my mouth to keep
    myself from screaming. In the middle of the floor was my family, laying in a large puddle of blood. These people killed my family. I was alone.




    Maybe a half an hour later, the two teens returned to see me cradeling my mom’s dead body in my lap. I didn't even look up. I kept looking down, looking at the angelic face before me. The girl, Delilah I remembered walked towards me and I slowly looked up, my eyes puffy. "Get up kid. You’re coming with us. It's either that, or meet the same fate they did." Delilah spook softly, as if she were trying to comfort me. It didn’t work. I looked back down at the angelic face of my mother and began softly stroking my hair until Dante came and ripped me away from her. “Answer her kid!” he shouted. I simply shook my head yes and he threw me back down. Unlike Dante, Delilah rushed over to my side and picked me up into her lap. “Dante! Give her time! She just lost her ******** family.” Delilah shouted back at Dante. Dante turned on his heels and left the house. From then on, I was a part of their gang. I learned there was another kid. A boy about my age named Aiden. I heard that name before. My best friend’s name was Aiden. There was a slim chance it was him, until he walked through the door. From that moment on, I knew I wasn’t alone. I got up and ran towards Aiden hugging him, sobbing into his shoulder. The only thing he could think of was to put a hand on my back and return the hug.