The Lost One

It was then that my life changed.After six years dealing with all the abuse from my parents, the beatings and the scoldings, what I feared most was going to happen in a few moments.

Cowering against the wall shifting to the corner of the living room, as I watched with eyes full of fear, they were going to end their troubles, they were going to end me.I was moving with one arm trying to get away being kept in a upright position by the solid wall behind me as I was slowly pushing myself along it towards the window in the corner."No!Don't kill me!Anything just don't kill me."I pleaded in vain as my father slowly walked towards me a freshly sharpened bread knife in his hand as my mother was at his side carrying a wooden baseball bat.They both hated ever giving me life and in their eyes i could see their intentions of taking it back.I started again tears flowing down my face soaking my shirt thoroughly.

"I will do anything you want!Anything!"

"Then sit still and let us correct our mistake."my father said cruelly holding up the knife in a stabbing position as he made his way to me.My mother followed suit raising the bat as they descended upon me while I was moving my way up to the window.

"It's time to die."my mother stated, as they were no closer than eight feet from my closest foot.

I closed my eyes hoping death would be quick quiet and painless.I still knew they were going to enjoy watching me suffer as they did since the day I was born through the nine years and up to now.

I thought my life was done before it was even started but I felt the floor below me disappear and I opened my eyes seeing a blinding white, purple, and yellow streaked tunnel that I was falling down into.I smiled knowing I had been saved.I looked up to see nothing but the tunnel.My worries of my parents following me were extinguished.

I landed in something cold and soft that crunched upon my weight.Soon after I realized it was snow the adrenaline left me and all that remained was pain.I opened my mouth and screamed as the suffering of having one arm broken with legs to match and many bones fractured slammed upon me.I blacked out seeing snow come down from the sky.

When I awoke, I was still surrounded by the white clouds that had saved me a few more hours of precious life.I decided to starts wriggling using my arm, ignoring the pain.I was making slow progress and that gave me time to think.I knew this was it.The final moments of my life.I was glad I wouldn't suffer a painful death from my parents.Before I was overtook by the cold wind that whispered "death" all around me I caught a glimpse of a white figure with color filled hair and some appendages that stuck out.

I awoke again this time to a beeping sound and the same figure standing over me.Vision was still nothing to rely to heavily on as everything was a blur.I had felt heat in the room along with some clothing that was tight but not constricting which covered almost all of my body.I began to plead still thinking of the death that called out to me.

"Please...don't k-kill me."I started before breathing heavy and slow once more and began again,"don't...gi-give me to them.."

As the white figure stood over me I heard a soothing voice come from somewhere near it.So I assumed the figure was speaking.

"Do not fret, I will bring no harm upon you."

Soon after I lost myself to the black void known as unconsciousness.