It had been a couple of weeks since I escaped.

While at school, my family had mysteriously disappeared, and I returned home to find myself facing a horrible scene. An empty, cobwebbed home, that had been rummaged around and wrecked. Thankfully, my failsafe, fool-proof plan had worked, because my laptop, its accessories and my toys were still there, covered under a lot of junk.

So that's when I decided to change into good clothes and escape with a rucksack, purse (yeah, I know right?!) and a suitcase. I escaped that night with all my belongings that I found. One way or another, I was able to run faster than I had before. I kept running and, using some money I found untouched in my money bank, and I bought food rations.

As I ate from my food rations, I felt like someone was near me. I scanned around myself, and I heard rustling. I looked for my stuff, and saw it being dragged away.

Once I realized what exactly was going on, I acted. I launched myself at whoever - whatever - it was there. I found myself knocked aside, and cold metal pressed into the back of my neck.

OMG. A gun.

I closed my eyes and wished endlessly for luck, and that this was all a dream. But one of the gang members - or whatever they were - must've read my thoughts, and pinched me.

OW. I felt that all right.

I closed my eyes once more, tightly. I thought of all the good things. Iron Man, Deadpool, Venom, my good friends online, even FNaF. Being jumpscared by one of Freddy's gang seemed MUCH better than just bleeding to death.

Once more, I was pinched. But this pinch wasn't hard and rough. It actually felt friendly. I opened my eyes and saw the bodies of those mean gangsters who were stealing my stuff. There was blood everywhere, and I saw blood leak from my side.

"Jeez. That looks bad. Luckily we came, or they're surely have killed you."

I felt myself get turned over, and my eyes met those of a beautiful girl, who looked older than me and had blonde hair.

"Just stay put," she continued saying, and I saw a purple whirlpool envelop me.