Pandora ran fast down the sidewalk. Her feet slipped on the slushy ground as cool air whipped around her face. Laughter from behind caused her to push her legs even harder, and her breath started coming faster. Making a sharp turn, Pandora crossed the street, but before she could get across, she slipped and fell hard on ice. She lifted her head and felt something trickle off her lip. She spit and looked down and saw blood. Her black her curled around her face. She pushed her self up quickly barely keeping a hold of her shoulder bag. As she darted over to the next sidewalk, she jumped over the bushes through the yard and under the branches of low trees. Pandora ran through the dead limbs of the trees. She heard the footsteps behind her still. Why are they doing this? Why me? She begged for answers in her head. Pandora heard a river up ahead and had only one thought. She dropped her bag and ran faster than her legs could handle. She looked at the raging river, the water splashing around as if grabbing for something in the air. She inhaled deeply and heavily. Closing her eyes she ran toward the rapid water and she leaped into the cold icy waves. As the water rushed over her head that feeling came again. The warmth of her anger, adrenaline. That laugh rang in her head again. The feeling of that warm blood running over her hands, the feeling of the blade slicing through there skin. She didn't mean to. She gasped, her head coming out of the water away from the horrible memories. Pandora looked around trying to see past her hair. The water got louder and the current got stronger. Kicking hard and flailing her arms she tried to swim, but before she could get away from anything the water flung her over the edge. She flailed miserably as if wanting to get away but not wanting to. But before her mind was set her body hit the hard stones below her and everything went blank in her mind.
"Why?" someone whispered behind her with a hoarse voice. She turned to see her sister pale as snow. "Why did you kill me?" She screamed. Pandora's eyes started to water.
"Yes sweetie," her mom spoke calmly, her body looked limp. "Why?"
"You know I didn't do it on purpose!" Pandora screamed. "You knew I had problems with what you were doing to me!" Pandora kept screaming. "Why did you put me in therapy? I didn't need it. All I wanted was someone to care. Unlike you!" She couldn't stop screaming. "You made it happen! This is your fault. Why was I born? You made me!"
"Maybe we didn't want to!" Her father screamed. Their dead eyes pierced her but didn't seem bother her. "You were a mistake!" That word ripped at her, only because she knew it was true. Her parents told her that constantly. Tears of fear, tears of anger, tears of hate, and tears of pain trickled off her face. She fell to her knees as her family kept yelling.
"I didn't mean to..." she murmured through the tears. "I didn't mean to!" she screamed. The scream echoed through her head as she woke up. "I didn't mean to..." She mumbled. She heard crackling, as if fire. She looked over to see a small flame. In a fireplace. She was in a house, a very nice one. She was laid on the floor near the fireplace.
"Pandora darling" A mans voice came from across the room. "You're awake..."
