Daisy B1

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.

It was their fault.

Everything was their fault.

"I just wanted to get out," I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of last nights food and lots of blood.

I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural silver hair, debating on what I should do.

I could keep running and end up killing myself, or I could go back and get help and end up killing others.

I had worked so hard to get away.

No one had ever done it before.

I had managed to stay undetected. I was free.

Or so I thought.

I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.

I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. "I can't go back," I whispered and turned on my heel, walking into the bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and before I pulled my jeans on I grabbed a clean bandage and replaced the blood stained one that was wrapped around my thigh. Once my leg was wrapped up I pulled my ripped skinny jeans on, a white vest top and my black leather jacket. I stuffed my feet into my combat boots and tied my hair up into a high pony tail and then made my way to the door.

I lived in a shitty apartment block on the outskirts of a small town. It was cheap and no one asked any questions.

I liked to walk into town every day. It was lonely by yourself. I moved a lot so there was no point making connections.

Besides, the only person I could reply on was myself.

The town was cute and not extremely busy. It also didn't have many security cameras.

I had been here for about two weeks and pretty soon I'd have to move again.

It wasn't safe for me to stay in the same place for long. I was constantly looking over my shoulder.

I glanced behind me and let myself relax a little bit, there was a family across the road, a little old lady and group of guys about 20 meters behind me.

No one to be concerned about.

I gasped suddenly when I felt a sharp pain in my throat and I coughed violently, blood splattering into my hands. "Shit," I muttered grabbed a tissue out of my pocket, quickly wiping the blood up.

"That doesn't look too good."

I froze when I heard the voice and my heart started to beat rapidly in my chest.

It couldn't be.

I held my breath as I slowly looked up, praying to God that the familiar voice was just a coincidence.

It wasn't.

"Long time no see, Daisy," Blake said, looking down at me with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Fuck," I cursed and span round, frowning when the group of guys that were behind were suddenly a lot closer than before. And they were all looking directly at me.

"Oh no you don't," Blake called and before I could run he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

I swore loudly and ripped my wrist from his gasp, spinning round to face him.

"Do you really think you're fit to fight with the state you're in?" Blake wondered and he ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"Fuck you," I spat and he smirked, raising his fists in front of his face.

, and studied harder. With an IQ...

"Come at me, Dais," he grinned and I did exactly that.