The tip went through his heart like butter. He stayed there for a second. He looked down to the arrow and then to me. I was just as shocked as he was. He whispered so low that I thought I misunderstood him, “You the acid snowflake.”
He then fell on the ground, and a blood puddle formed around him. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the abuse and the beating, but I ran over to him, and I took the arrow out of his heart. His eyes were still open, but he was gone.
I grabbed the arrow, and I stabbed him again and again, and again. I kept stabbing him over and over, until tears blinded me, making sure that he was dead. I stopped after a while and just cried. Blood was staining my clothes, my hands, my face, and was getting everywhere in the cabin. I screamed at him. I don’t even remember what I had said.
Getting up from the bloody floor, I screamed at him every name I could think of. . I then shouted to the sky, in hopes that maybe God could hear me, that maybe someone out there could hear me. The words were like airplanes, flying their way to heaven, delivering the message to the angels and lost souls.
Then I hit the floor again and curled into a ball, lying next to him.
After a while, the doe appeared again. I looked up and stared at her. She didn’t say anything.
“What do you want?” I asked. She didn’t say anything. I stood up.
She didn’t say anything. She started to walk, and I followed her.. She began to walk to the shed. We went down inside, and we stopped. She showed me the locker. I looked at her. She nodded at me, and I slowly unlocked it.
Inside, were body parts, the body parts that had to belong to my friend who had shown me kindness. Her family’s body parts where piled on top of each other. I saw Mihaela. Her eyes staring at me, the same eyes that gave me hope.
I looked to the doe. She just started to walk away, up the shed. I followed her. We went back to the house, and I saw the light that had guided me so long along to the shed, it was in the living room.
The light went to my room and hovered over Hope. He tried to attack it, but it wasn’t harmful. I grabbed my kitty and held Hope so close in my arms.
The light started to leave the room, and into the living room. I didn’t look at the blood. I didn’t dare think about William’s body, lying in a puddle of blood. I just went on. I just followed the light. We went outside in the snow.
We walked in the woods for what seemed like days, or years. I was shaky and cold. I tripped over a root of a tree. Hope flew out of my arms, and I lay on the earth and moaned in pain. I turned and lay on my back. I looked up to the snow.
The snow was starting to fall down on me. It was like New York’s rain, the acid that took the Statue of Liberty little by little. I was being melted away slowly as the snow fell on me.
Then I thought William was right. It wasn’t a bad way to go. To let the snow fall on you, and cover you up, and to feel this numbness that was confused for a peaceful feeling. I watched the snowfall. To die quiet, instead of being burnt alive, maybe it was for the best.
Hope crawled on me. I turned to him and smiled. I grabbed my little Hope, and I made myself get back up. The light had waited on us. We started to follow it once again.
I didn’t know at the time how long I had walked. We walked in the snow for what seemed like years. We came across a cabin. I stared at the cabin for the longest time and started to cry for joy. When I saw the cabin, the light start to go away.
“Wait,” I called for it, making it stop.
The light started to form into a girl, and run through me. I felt my lips warm up, being touched by another pair of soft pink lips, and I knew at that moment it was her.
When she disappeared, I carried Hope and walked over to the cabin. I knocked on the door, hard.
I heard footsteps in the house. Maybe the people inside were looking for their guns. It would be scary in the middle of nowhere and hearing someone knocking and yelling. They came to the front door. It was an old man and woman. They looked at me and gasped.
I started to cry. “Please, help me, please,” I begged.
“Oh my God,” the woman said, covering her mouth. I wonder what they thought about me coming and knocking on their door.
“My name is Tavi, . . ” I said with tears mixing in with the bloodstains, “Please, help me. I just . . . I just escaped . . . please.”
They held the door open widely, and let me in. I was so thankful they didn’t think it was a morbid prank.
“Bill, call 911,” the older lady said. She grabbed my hand, took me to the bathroom, and started to clean the blood off of me. “What happen, can you tell me?”
I was shaking, unable to say anything. The man was on the phone with 911. I could hear him through the thin walls.
Maple was cleaning me up. She gently held me and told me everything was okay. After about an hour or so, I heard sirens.
I was finally free.
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