2.

I woke up to a door slamming close, it looked to the door and saw that it was closed like it was every time I looked at that damn piece of wood. I looked around the room and looked for something that might be different from yesterday, I really hoped for some food.

I looked at the little table that was in front of the couch and saw a huge pile of food. I literally jumped out of bed and ran over to the food. There were different kinds of fruits, meat and bread. I simply was in heaven.

'O my god, this is so good.' I moaned as I put a strawberry into my mouth.

I suddenly froze as a thought came to my mind. What if it is poisoned?

Well, I already ate most of it, so fuck it. If it is poisoned I'm already as good as dead.

I grabbed the glass of water that stood next to the food and threw the water into my mouth. I think I did it too fast, 'cause I choked. The water went straight into my lungs, and I caught up all of it. So the only water that was cold and tasted good enough was now on the ground.

Drips of water flooded out of my mouth as I looked at the water on the floor.

Fuck, this sucks.

I glanced at the ground and then at the water in front if me.

Ah, fuck this shit.

I sat with my butt into the puddle of water and started eating my food again. I would do everything for my food. Even make my butt wet. And that wasn't an amazing feeling. It was cold, and the fabric of my jeans stuck to my skin. Also, my panties were soaking wet. And not in a good way, if you know what I mean.

When I finished eating, my belly felt like it was going to explode. So I laid down on my back for a while. I was thinking, maybe I would be gone in a day or they would take me or kill me, then I had to make the best of it. So I decided I was going to go into that huge bathtub that is in the bathroom.

So as I walked to the bathroom, I noticed how bad I smelled. I smelled like fucking shit man. Jezus, it was unbearable.

As I sat in the warm water my body relaxed, for the first time in a long time I felt at peace. I scrubbed my skin to get away the bad smell and the dirt. When I finished washing my skin was red from all the scrubbing.

I got out of the bathtub and dried my body with a towel that felt heavenly against my body. I sighed as my body and muscles relaxed. My skin was red from all the scrubbing. I opened the bathroom door and a light breeze hit my naked body making me shiver. I pulled the towel closer to my body and looked around.

It was like the night my mom got murdered. A cold breeze out of my window that caressed my skin. I was standing in my pretty, pink princess room and was playing with my doll. I heard a loud scream that made my body freeze. My mom and dad were fighting again. They always fight on a late night, though. I think they thought that I was asleep, I wasn't though. I always heard them yelling about money and bills. Sometimes I even heard a loud slap, and my mom running upstairs, crying.

She always held her head high when she would come into my room, and see me awake and tears in my eyes. She would come up to me and whisper sweet words in my ear, she would caress my hair with her fingers and wipe my tears away.

But that night, that didn't happen. She didn't come into my room to comfort me or wipe my tears away or whisper sweet words. So as I laid in my bed, I waited for my mommy. Waited till she got to me and held me lovingly. But after ten minutes, I became impatient. So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs.

When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood.

The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood.

I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Shen she didn't respond I laid my head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. 'Mommy when you go to heaven and see an angel, tell him that I would like to meet him. I know that you will always be with me. I love you, mommy, so much.'

I didn't know when or who, but I was being dragged away from the person I loved the most. I screamed and struggled but they held a tight grip onto me as they took me away.

I still remembered it so good. Her lifeless eyes, her cold body, and how her blood filled the shirt.

My mom was the only one I loved and who returned my love to me. She told me stories before I would go to sleep, would bake cookies with me sometimes and when she was really cheerfull she would give me an extra candy. Those were the days I enjoyed life. But that was all thrown away the day she died.

My mom always told me to be kind to people and help them when they needed it. I always did that but after she died things changed, so I changed as well. I became colder after what my father and sister did to me. I became self-contained. I'd choose to be alone in my room over a night out with friends, not that I had any friends to begin with, though. So I didn't really have a choice in that.

I was still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Still holding the towel tight to my body. As the door opened.

I looked over at the door and saw the same man who brought me here. The man with the beautiful green eyes.

I looked into his eyes and stared at him in complete shock. I was frozen in the bathroom doorway. My hands began to tremble and I began to hyperventilate. My breaths came out short and fast.

I once again looked into his eyes and saw him beginning to walk to me and saw determination in his eyes.

I gasped out loud and took a step back. My hands found the door handle and I pulled the door close. I locked the door and walked to the end of the bathroom.

I sank to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I was trembling with fear and hoped he wouldn't kill me.

Maybe he just came in to say hello.

Who am I kidding? I'm going to die.

I heard loud footsteps approach the bathroom door and saw the twist of the door handle.

The green eyed man banged with his hands on the door and once again twisted the door handle.

I cowered away in fear and prayed he would just leave me alone. He shouted at me to open the door and let him in.

I mean, I'm not that stupid. I wouldn't just let him in and kill me. I would, at least, put up a fight. And my fight began with hiding in the bathroom.

'Gracelyn!'

Okay. How the hell did he know my name!?