Hold My Hand (writing comp)

Here ya go! It took a while to write because I just got into Pottermore and I was really excited xD
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The young girl watched through her fingers as the next fist connected with the woman???s face. It was horrifying.

Her view of the event was from the crack in a door she had hidden behind as the constant screaming, yelling and abuse began. It had started when the woman had dragged her nails across the man???s face, screaming hatred at him as he walked into the room.

The man had soon retaliated with his own attacks, and before long the girl had been faced with a viscious fight breaking out before her very eyes. She had dived into the bathroom and begun to cry into her hands as the blood seeped through the crack in the door.

Her curiousity of what was happening had finally goteen the better of her, and her sobs subsided. She had crawled towards the crack, knees sliding through the bloodthat was pooling around the crack, and peered out.

The fight was dying down, she was relieved to note, however, the only reason for this appeared to be because of how weak the two had grown. The man was holding a knife between limp fingers, and the woman was limping heavily as she came towards him with her fist balled.

As that dreaded fist headed towards the face of the helpless man, he made one last effort. The knife plunged forward, deep into the woman???s chest, tearing at the flesh and the pool of blood around the young girl???s knees got noticably larger as the body of the woman fell limply to the ground.

For a few seconds, the man stood smiling. It wasn???t a normal smilel; it was an accomplished smile. His eyes were unfocused, and his teeth were bared in this manic grin.

He was frozen in this position, before a loud choking noise escaped his throat, followed by a cough so powerful that it bent him double, and blood began to pour from his throat.

The girl couldn???t scream. She couldn???t cry. She couldn???t pretend this was a dream. She was frozen and had lost every bit of emotion inside of her body. It was as if her very soul had chilled.

Down went the man, joining his wife on the blood spattered floor.

Down went the girl, as she fainted, her head smashing against the door.



???It???s okay honey,??? A smiling voice whispered kindly into her ear, shocking her eyes into flickering open.

Blood. Tiles. Wood. Sore head.

???NO!??? She shrieked and lurched away from the body of the boy who squatted beside her. Instead of chasing her, he just smiled sadly at her curled up position in the corner.

Slowly, he reached forward.

???Come on honey, hold my hand, I???ll take you away from all of this,??? He said, offering his hand out the her crumpled form.

One look around the red bathroom, the tearstained and blood stained clothing she wore, and her hand was closing inside the boy???s.

???A new life,??? He whispered. ???I promise.???