I gripped the scissors tightly in my hand. I bent my knees to my chest and placed my other hand over my mouth. I begged for it to be over and for him to leave. I sat in my pitch-black closet, tears streaming down my cheeks. This was the single scariest thing I had ever experienced. Nothing will ever compare. He walked into my room, his boots leaving dirty mud prints with every step. I watched him from the gap between the closet door. Cries erupted from the room next door and he rushed to silence them. It was my older brother Maximilian. I watched the man kill my mother and father; we were the only ones left. The man was a titan. I could tell by the way he was dressed. Max taught me to never interfere or get involved with them. The titan wore a black mask over his mouth and a leather coat. His sword was placed across his back. Blood drops followed his every step. I placed my hands over my ears as screams and sirens began to fill my head before felt somebody lift me into their arms.
“Don’t worry Daisy, I won’t hurt you.” He whispered through his mask. I laid in his arms, shaking, too afraid to say a word. I had no escape. He carried me into his home and laid me down in a small, children’s bed. The duvet was covered in cartoons, like he had been watching me, planning to bring me there all along. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him. I sat still with tears in my eyes. I didn’t have the guts to open the door or try and run away from him. I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. This was it; this was the end.
After several hours’ chaos took over the room behind my door. Yelling, fighting, and screaming, somebody was coming to save me. I just knew it. A large man with black mist surrounding him like a god of death walked through my door. He hardly looked like a person, covered in mist, and shadowed by darkness. He lifted me into his large arms and carried me out of the titan’s house. He didn’t say a word and handed me to a man named Dorian Lockwood.
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