Chapter Seven: Sparkles and Sunshine Pt 1

April 16th, 10 years ago

It was my birthday, a bigger celebration as it has been my 7th year being an angel born child, today I would gain my wings and halo.

The party was so well partied up!! My favorite color, purple, was everywhere. Purple plates, silverware, my cake and ice cream were purple too!! It was a small home, and there weren't many presents but I didn't mine.

I was happy to be with my family and the few friends I had. We all were having a fun time. It was a good time. I smiled as I remembered the faces of my parents as they smiled being happy to have another year with me.

We took photos and we were just so cheerful. Sometimes I wish that I could go back to those days and that they would last forever.

Then a few moments into my party there was a loud explosion.

Then another.

And another.

Fire inflamed my home, our land.

Our party was barged into by three guys with guns, they wore different colored jumpsuits and biker helmets. Blue, Red, Yellow. One of them smiled viciously as I ran and hid under the table. I could feel the evil fragmented aura surrounding them.

"Please don't hurt us." My mother spoke. I peaked out to see what was happening as she and my dad stood there with their hands raised to the sky.

"DoNT WoRrY, mAdaM." He raised his gun. "YoU WoN't FeeL a ThiNg."

Their guns went off. I cowardly hid, and covered my ears.

My mother fell right to the ground in front of me.

"A-addy.."

"m-mom.."

"I l-love y-"

*bang* A bullet to her head, blood splattered all over my hands and face.

"AhaAhA-"

"AAHHHH!!!" I could help myself from screaming out of fear and of pain.

Everything felt like a dream, no, a nightmare. There is no way any of this is real.

I was shaking, my mind was racing.

He must've heard me as he stopped laughing. I covered my mouth with my hand and tears flowed over my hands. I watched as his hand crawled under the table, I slowly creeped back trying not to make a sound. Then he quickly snatched my ankle as his nail dug into my skin.  

"wEll HeLLo tHEre LiTTle oNe." He pulled me out from under the table. And held me in the air as if I were a dirty rag no one wanted to touch.

"Do we kill her too?"

"No!! We can't kill a little girl."

"B*tch, just because you died at a young age doesn't mean you gotta care for others that do. Let's just blow her brains out like her parents."

"nO No nO, sHe'LL LiVe.. sHe'LL livE wiTh tHis tHe rEsT oF hEr pUny LifE. NeVeR aBle tO sAvE hEr oWn pArenTs." He then threw me back to the ground.

"wHiMP." Then more people in black jumpsuits came and took me away. I was taken captive. They had put me in chains around my wrist and ankles along with other children I have seen, there were hundreds of them, faces I've never seen before.

There were five large trucks lined up waiting for us.

Each of us were split into groups. One of the kids began having a panic attack after being separated. Soon after they were shot dead.

We were loaded into the back of a truck. At least 50 of us were. Crowded, packed, compressed. None of us knew what was going on, why this had happened to us, or where our parents were.

"Mommy!! I want my mommy!!" A little girl began crying, she was around 5-6 years old.

"Shut your damn mouth." One of the guards yelled at her. And stared at her intensely.

"I WANT MY MOMMY!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME MOMMA!!" She screamed and sobbed louder. Begging for her mother, the poor girl was too young to understand anything. Unfortunately we all were. 

"I said SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!" He then smacked her so hard she tumbled out of the back, we watched as the color slowly but quickly drained from her eyes, we watched the air condensed within her last breath as she collapsed to the ground and was swifty run over by the truck behind us. 

None of us dared to say a word.

But we all knew what each other were thinking.

Moments began to pass, the sky turned dark. As kids we all turned around to see the stars. Looking into the sky we thought we could reach them. We thought by now we could all fly away. To a better place in life, to somewhere peaceful. Maybe back with our parents.

A young boy reached out and tried to grab the stars. His hair was a flowing white grown out to his shoulders, it was messy but shiny, and looked well washed and taken care of. His skin was pale and nearly matched his hair. He wore ragged up clothes but nearly all of us did at this point.

The sky was then covered by trees as everything went dark and quiet. My eyes began to shut as I listened to the sound of vehicle tires tracting with the ground.

I woke up on the hard dirt ground, the sun was hot and stingy. I wore striped clothes with the code C-17. There were six dome shaped buildings like a greenhouse.

I turned my head and saw a little kid digging up dirt by a wired fence, I stood up and walked up to him. He also wore striped clothes; his shirt said C-23.

"Hey, do you know where we are?"

"How am I supposed to know!? We were all kidnapped, parents murdered, stuffed into the back of a truck with other kids who went through the same shit!!" He turned and looked at me, his eyes teared up. He had a black eye, and a busted lip.

"I can't stay here!! I wanna leave!! I want my momma!!" He shouted he finished digging his hole. I remembered the last girl who said that and I instantly felt a shiver up my spine. A cursed phrase, I felt the aura of something evil standing behind us, I turned to see an adult man standing evilly above us. He wore a black suited outfit decked in heavy armor, and a military grade helmet. He held his gun in front of him and even though he was facing me, he wasn't looking at me. It was as if he saw right through me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing??" He said in a sarcastic kind of voice as if he had even cared.

"I'm not staying here!!" He slipped out from under the gate of where he dug his hole, screaming in joy that he was free. Tears of happiness flowed down his face. Happy. Joyful. Hopeful. 

He smiled.

He laughed.

*boom* The sound of his head blowing up. The pure cruel nature of this place. The never ending insanity, the horror. This place was a living Hell.

"Ahahahaha!" For what was once seen as hope, is now only greed. He then stared down at me, and gave me an evil glancing glare.

"Now go, go with him." For some I thought maybe he was kidding. I sat on the ground horrified, not moving. He then kicked me and pointed his gun at my head.

"Oi!! I said go!!" I slid under the fence and my anxiety had risen. I panicked with each step I was forced to take, I looked back and stopped in my place, begging for him to let me back in.

"Keep it moving you dumb brat!!" He shot at my feet as I jumped, turning around to continue.

Step, step, step. I trembled more and more.

I was only a few feet away from the dead body of the boy. I creeped up on him, and his striped prisoner jumpsuit. We were all prisoners here. But we were merely kids and we didn't do anything wrong. We didn't deserve any of this.

I stopped there, 3 fateful steps from the boy.

I stared at the gorey site.

Blood, flesh, bones.

The sight of his decapitated head made me vomit. I teared up and cried.

"Come on!! Get it over with!!"

"Please Sir I didn't mean to!!" I stared at him begging. Tears rolled down my face. Tears weren't enough to persuade him. They had no moral justice. Murder after murder, and they just laugh.

I continued to walk, one.. two.. I froze either way I was gonna die, but, I just couldn't. I didn't want to. I just wanted.. To go back home. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath as tears filled my eyes. And I smiled.. three,

It was quiet. I didn't feel anything. Was this death I thought to myself? I opened my eyes, nothing had happened. I stood over the dead boy's body. Alive.

I quickly grasped my neck. Still connected. I wasn't dead!!

I turned around and stuck my tongue out at the guy, then I ran. I didn't bother to look back. My whole life was tied to the fate of my next steps. I was free.

*Bang.. Bang.. bang..*

Three shots were fired, at first I didn't realize till my legs stiffened up and I fell to my knees. My hands covered my stomach as I noticed a familiar scent, the same scent when my parents were killed.

I felt my stomach in agonizing pain, blood seeped through my fingers.

I laid down in a fetal position as my vision went dark and blurry. There was a bright light along with a long ringing noise and then it all went black and quiet.