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Finally, the suffering was almost over. Susie’s body had collapsed onto the floor as that beast dropped her, leaving her for dead, bleeding out on the floor without a single ounce of empathy or care for how the 10 year old girl feels. All she could feel was a terrible pain all over her body, yet somehow she had managed to survive his claws tearing her flesh apart as if she was the only chance of survival for the wolf. But, that wasn’t the case, he did this for his own pleasure as if she was just a game to him instead of an actual person who can feel pain.
Her grandmother who was the last family member she saw, sat on the chair with her body just as mangled as hers. Susie then realised something, she can actually move! Maybe the universe was helping her survive! All she had to do was move to something she can lean on. Then, she’ll wait for someone to find her and tend to these almost unsalvageable wounds. Surely someone would come to investigate the disappearance of her family.Using the last of her strength, Susie felt around. She couldn’t really see now with one eye hanging out and the other drowning in her own blood. Eventually she had managed to sit up, all she could feel was the discomfort of her eye dangling from her socket and the immense pain of her countless scratches from him..
Holding her eye in one hand and jaw in the other, she began her journey. Crawling, crawling for her life, for her mother who was probably worried sick on why she’d not come home yet. For her grandmother who’d want her to live. For her “late” boyfriend Owen who she believed died after his house was destroyed by a fire with his father inside. For her dead father who’d unfortunately passed in her early life. For her to be able to get her dream life. Susie wasn’t going to die and she’ll make sure of it.
While the journey was the most pain she’d ever experienced, she’d made it. Leaning on the wall and waiting to be rescued like the princesses in those old fairytales she’d loved to much. Suddenly, she felt something holding her, a faint smell of booze and cigarettes going into her nostrils. She only knew one person with that smell, Owen. But how?! He’s dead! Was it really the end for her? Is this what you see, or in her case feel, when you die?! Before Susie could try saying something she heard his voice. That voice she’d not heard in months. The voice that soothed her like how drugs “soothed” an addict.
“Susie…You can’t last that long. You need to let go…” he whispered. Maybe he’s right, there’s no possible way she could survive this, not without everlasting health problems haunting her. But…her mother! She can’t abandon her! She’s all her mother has now. If she dies her mother will never be happy again…
Susie choked out “No…I can make it-“
“You can’t. You can’t and you know it. Please…just close your eyes and join me. It’ll be painless I promise…” Owen interrupted.
He was right. That beast most likely had went to kill her mother, Wendy next. There was nothing to live for. Everyone she’s ever loved had died: her father, her Owen, her grandmother and now her mother. So, with a silent sob she closed her eyes muttering one last thing. “I’ll see you soon mother..”
And with those words, she fell asleep. Into a long forever lasting slumber in the “arms” of her beloved like a true fairytale princess.