My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*

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4. Sasha Wake Up

As I stare into complete grotesqueness, I see dead rats and squirrels lying beside my trapped sister. She must have been in here not long after I was locked in the closet. She was dead. And it's all my fault, for me assuming she was okay and being a coward by not escaping earlier. I stare helplessly at her corpse. She either died of neglect, or some disease these rats and squirrels gave her. Did she eat them to stay alive or did she just die? I have no time to think. I need to save myself now because I let her down, she would want me to escape, right? I know she would, but she also needs a proper burial. I get a queezy feeling in my stomach, I feel like someone is watching me and about to jump from behind and tackle my malnourished body. My eyes well up with tears as I think about all that I've lost over only a year and a half. And all that Mara has taken from me. My freedom, my sister, my mother, my once caring father, and most of all, my faith and hope. My mind can't comprehense what has happened. It has gone downhill so quick.  Just two years ago, I was a happy average 14-year-old. But now my life has been turned upside down by Mara Backersfon, the evil thief who has taken so much from me. I try to hold back my sobs but to no avail. I shudder with every memory that floods my mind and pours out my red-rimmed eyes. Why doesn't anyone take care of us? Where is God? There is no hope for me, I might as well give up here and join my sister. NO! What am I thinking?! It seems as Satan is trying make me give up, but for my sister and mother, I won't. They must have their piece of justice. Just as I am questioning God's presence, I hear a soft noise, "Gi" So I swing my head around to see Sasha opening her eyes since the first time I saw her, assuming she was dead already. Then, I realize that I have been moving awfully slow and that I need to hurry or that demon-mother will somehow find me. I grab her sickly hand and brush my thumb on her palm. She is too weak to come with me. But if Mara finds out I have escaped, she will kill my sister. This is a double edged sword. I can take her now, but risk the chance of Mara catching us, but also I can make it, and get her immediate help. Or I can leave without her, risk the chance of her dying while I'm gone, and get her help. But I also risk the chance of Mara finding out and letting poor Sasha die. I think I will risk the first choice. I want her in my caring hands, not in the witch's hands with sharp nails and veins popping out every time she sees us. So I make her stand up and carry her skinny body up the stairs. With every step I take it's agony because I am not even used to wakling on myown, let alone carrying a 55 pound weight. My sister should be at least 110 for her height and age. But shes less than half. She is ready to die. I hurry up the steps and carry her into the kitchen. I place her weight onto the counter while I search in the cabinet for something for her and I to eat. I can't feed her too much because I saw once on a TV show that you are supposed to take it slow even though my stomach i screaming, "Take the refridgortor!". So I grab a box of crackers and a can of beets. This should last us three or four days, possibly a week. We will probably be at a police station before we even finish this. I take her body into my arms and while laying half her body on the kitchen table, I grab the basement key. I leave her there and run over to the basement door. Mara-demon neglects her so much that she probably wont realize Sasha's gone for about a week or two. That's if we even get out of here. I lock up the basement door like nothing happened. I then hang the key back on the hook and take Sasha's body once again. I go into the living room since it has the biggest window for us to escape. I lift my elbow up to the lock and push as hard as I can to one side. It unlatches and I tip-toe over to the huge couch to lay Sasha down on. I then put my hands on the window pane and violently shake since I am using all my strength. It opens with a pop and I breath a sigh of relief. But the battle isn't over yet. Once I have Sasha safefully in my arms, I lean against the window with my bottom. I hop up onto the window sill and bring my leg over. Breathing is getting harder and harder because I am pushing myself so much. But I can't stop now. I lift my other leg up and continue my work. As I smell freedom, I jump hopelessly down into the grass, landing onto my feet then knees. Sasha is not making any noise, as I carry her around wobbling. I just hope she hasn't given up. I laugh because I beat that demon Mara. The woman that changed my life forever. She thought I had no feeling, she thought I was a spawn of the devil. But look now Mara, you've discovered my hidden heart.

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