MY DEATH

KHLOE’S POV.

I felt powerful arms grab me aggressively from behind, my mouth covered with his rough palm. I tried to let out some screams, some shouts for help, or anything at all, but I couldn’t. His grip on me was just too firm.

I struggled to let free, but all to no avail because he tightened his hold.

“Stay in a place, you wench.” He cussed and started to drag me with him as we headed in an unclear direction.

The basket with which I had come to gather some fruits, as requested by my foster mother, fell right from my right palm to land on the rough floor.

We were in the woods, and I doubted anyone would be around here, so I knew shouting for help wasn’t the way out. I could see myself blanking out anytime soon from being unable to breathe well, but I tried hard to hold on.

Soon, he stopped in front of a small warehouse. We stopped in front of a warehouse I didn’t know existed until now. He dragged me inside after kicking the entrance door open with his right leg.

I felt my body thud loudly the second I hit the floor, causing a million pains to shoot all over me. He had on a mask that covered up his face and hair, exposing only a few stands. I watched him bend down to drag me up with his left hand. I had no choice but to obey.

He pushed me onto a wooden chair and started to tie my hands firmly to the arms of the chair. The next thing he did was to cover my eyes with a thick Black fabric. He did the same with my mouth, and I let out sobs as I begged him to set me free. Please, that soon became inaudible.

“Just sit there and don’t say a thing.” He said.

My eyes produced more tears soaking up the fabric.

“Where is she?” I heard a familiar voice ask, and his feet moved around.

“Over here, Boss.” I heard him respond.

Soft footsteps approached, walking towards me. I felt her lean forward because I could feel her breathing on my hair. I could also smell her, and when I tell you that, she smelled hella familiar.

Believe me.

“Hi, Khloe.” She greeted, a bit of mock in her voice. She pulled down the cloth tied around my eyes with her fingers causing her nails to dig into my skin. I bit on my lower lip as I held in pain. My eyes met hers.

Her pale blue eyes stared into mine. It was icy cold and void of any sympathy or emotion. It was as though she had turned into a monster overnight.

Or has it been right from the start? Has she been a monster right from the start?

I let out muffles as I struggled to set myself free. I wanted to say some words to her. To ask her why she had decided to do this to me. I needed to know why my foster Mother wanted to kill me. I needed to know what I had done to deserve this. To deserve death. She used to call me her favorite. She used to call me sweet names, and now…..

Now I didn’t even know what to believe anymore. My heart was bleeding. It felt like my perfect little small world had gotten shattered into bits by the she-wolf I cherished the most.

“I hope I never see you again.” She whispered, her lips very close to my left ear.

I get my heart wrenched in pain because up until now, I had never had a reason not to like her. I never had a reason to see her as evil. She used to be friendly and kind to me.

I could remember the way she spoke to me just hours ago. She had pecked me on the forehead right before my foster father and wished me luck. She had wanted me to come with Cecilia, but she was a bit unwell, so I had insisted on coming alone. I didn’t want to stress my sister. At least, that was what they asked me to call her.

I was about four years older than Cecilia. I was adopted years before her arrival. My Foster parents were so happy when the doctor told them the good news. My joy knew no bounds as well because I knew, finally, I would have a sister to play with.

As I stared at this monster standing right in front of me. I refused to believe she was the same she-wolf that trained me for years, ever since I was four. I refused to believe that the she-wolf I knew as a Mother was a sham.

She backed away from me. I could tell because her scent was no longer close.

“Throw her into the water.” She ordered. Her voice was cold, and it lack emotion.

“Okay, Boss.” He responded.

Beads of sweat ran down my already dry forehead as he walked over to me. Fear threatened to dry up my blood and choke before my planned death.

She knew I didn’t know how to swim. I hated everything that had to do with water.

Was that why she chose it?

He dragged me up after losing my hands from the chair, and he tied them together. I tried to struggle to set myself free. He kicked me on the left leg, causing me to let out a scream. Tears stinging my eyes.

“Shut up, you wench.” He said and landed a blow on my lower abdomen.

Pain shoots through my body. I bit my lower lip to hold back the pain, scared he might hit me again if I let out another sound.

Until hours ago, I never thought today would be my last day.

But I guess the moon goddess has something else in store for me.

He continued to drag me, and I followed, the chilly cold air making the hair on my body stand. It was either that or the fear of dying soon. I could hear the animals, meaning we were going deeper into the woods.

I had no idea.

Suddenly he stopped and then pushed me forward. My legs got wobbly, shaking in fear. I felt his hands as he tied something around my legs, only this time, it seemed heavy.

“Die, wench.” He said, accompanied by an evil laugh, before pushing me forward.

I landed in the water, getting soaked up and taking in some water as I tried to scream for help and set myself free. I felt something pulling me down, something so heavy that I couldn’t drag up. I couldn’t attempt to swim, too, because both my legs and hands were tied.

It kept pulling me down, more water entering my system. I felt myself getting weaker. Memories flashed through my face.

Do you know they say that your life flashes before you in a moment like this?

Yes, this was that time.

I struggled one last time before my whole body got weak.

****

I found myself hovering over her. I was floating in the air. My eyes were glued to this young lady that lay helplessly on the floor. She looked beautiful. She looked young, her lips dry and pale.

I didn’t know why I was here or when I had gotten here.

But the last time I could remember was being thrown into the waters.

If yes, then what was I doing here?