Pov Liberty
The screams from Jess and Belle still echoed in my mind as my mother held the knife to my body. I could still feel the impact of the Jenkins mens fists against my ribs as I shuddered with pain, the relentless beating they subjected me too I felt as if it still pulsated through me.
I remember the sound of bone crunching beneath each blow and then as my mother glared at me and she pushed a knife into my skin I would always hear her words in my mind, “The prophecy can not happen your way Lib, I am sorry my precious daughter.”
She had whispered them so close to my ear I could still feel the wetness of her tears that she had for me to graze my skin.
I can’t remember how I was here though, I can’t remember why I suddenly fell into the darkness that now suffocated me. I
