"You can't stay in England Tracy," her mother had said with no sadness in her voice, "there's nothing here for you."

Tracy hadn't been wanted ever since she could remember. More of an accessory than a daughter, she'd been paraded and shown off by her parents, and hated them for it, but having no choice she'd done her best to fit in.
She was born to a rich family, her father a politician and her mother a model... she'd been an accident and was reminded of it in private regularly.

She'd grown up, done well in school, and tried her hardest to be the perfect child, but every accomplishment had been ignored by her parents. Instead, they were too busy having their own lives and ignoring her need for attention. Her childhood was filled with missed birthdays and constant digs about her being useless and ugly, making her shy and always hiding from her parents when they were at home.

Then, when she was 18, she'd learnt of her mother affair with her Uncle James, her fathers richer, younger brother.
"You'd better not breath one single word of this to your father" her mother had demanded, pinning her against the wall when Tracy had told her she knew. "or you'll regret it you little bitch."

After this, Tracy retreated into her shell. She'd never been confident, but this made her even worse. She tried to forget the event but her mothers intense stairs and angry looks made it impossible. Her mother made her life a living hell, attacking her verbally and physically whenever she could. But unlike others, who toughened up with this amount of violence, Tracy just got even more shy and subdued.

Then one day, just after her 21st birthday, Tracy's father had arrived home drunk and walked straight into the kitchen where Tracy was sitting opposite her mother trying to find the courage to tell her she was leaving home.
An adult now, Tracy could have left years before, but her mothers control over her, and the way she made it clear Tracy would never be allowed enough freedom to possibly ruin her double life, stopped her from attempting.

Her fathers voice was the first thing she heard, "YOU WHORE" he'd shouted, storming through the door and pinning her mother to the table face first. "YOU FUCKING GOOD FOR NOTHING WHORE!"
He'd found out about her affair, which by now had been going on for years. He smashed her face down onto the table by her hair and carried on yelling at her.
Tracy was terrified and ran out of the kitchen, not sure whether to find help, or run as fast as she could before her mother was released and would surely blame her.
The families housekeeper, Mrs Adams, was standing in the hall looking shocked at the commotion through the kitchen door. She stepped aside slightly as Tracy's father came running through after Tracy "Where do you think you're going?"
Tracy froze, tears streaming down her face and no words coming.
"Leave her be.. " Mrs, Adams said quietly, not wanting to anger her employer more, "Go to your room Tracy."

Tracy dashed up the stairs, followed by Mrs adams, and her father. But stopped when she heard a scream. As she turned she saw the elderly housekeeper hit the bottom of the stairs and a pool of blood start forming around her head. She was dead, and Tracy's father had pushed her.

Everything stopped.

The next thing Tracy remembered was her mother in the hospital. Her father had been arrested, and jailed for the murder of Mrs Adams, and the assault of her mother.
Her mother was soon to live with Uncle James...
And Tracy... well she was shipped off to columtreal university... unwanted, un needed....
Unloved...

THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Tracy's first week at Columtreal changed her, some say for the better, others say for the worse.
She met a few new friends, the closest was Isis, who'd arrived the same day.
On her second night she got mugged in Hathian City. It was a vicious mugging, but in fear she refused to go to the police. "You're going to the hospital" Isis had said, and took her there.

The city, although scary at first, became home for Tracy.

She sat down one day of that first week and made a decision. Her new found confidence helping her, she dialled her mothers number and awaited an answer.
"What do you want?" Her mother had answered with her usual spitting anger.
"Mother... or should I just call you June?" Tracy had asked, knocking her mother off balance. "I have never been so happy as I am now... so I wanted to tell you." She thought for a moment, making sure she had the correct words... "YOU AND... AND ALL OF YOUR STUPID FAMILY... YOU'RE ALL DEAD TO ME NOW." she shouted. Shocking her mother to silence, until...

"Tracy, stop this nonsence or you'll lose all of your inheritance, you'll never cope without me, you know it."

"I don't want your cash, and I don't want you.. " Tracy had said calmly... a happiness relaxing her whole body. She looked out of the window over Hathian as she hung up the phone.... she was home, finally wanted... and finally happy."You can't stay in England Tracy," her mother had said with no sadness in her voice, "there's nothing here for you."

Tracy hadn't been wanted ever since she could remember. More of an accessory than a daughter, she'd been paraded and shown off by her parents, and hated them for it, but having no choice she'd done her best to fit in.
She was born to a rich family, her father a politician and her mother a model... she'd been an accident and was reminded of it in private regularly.

She'd grown up, done well in school, and tried her hardest to be the perfect child, but every accomplishment had been ignored by her parents. Instead, they were too busy having their own lives and ignoring her need for attention. Her childhood was filled with missed birthdays and constant digs about her being useless and ugly, making her shy and always hiding from her parents when they were at home.

Then, when she was 18, she'd learnt of her mother affair with her Uncle James, her fathers richer, younger brother.
"You'd better not breath one single word of this to your father" her mother had demanded, pinning her against the wall when Tracy had told her she knew. "or you'll regret it you little bitch."

After this, Tracy retreated into her shell. She'd never been confident, but this made her even worse. She tried to forget the event but her mothers intense stairs and angry looks made it impossible. Her mother made her life a living hell, attacking her verbally and physically whenever she could. But unlike others, who toughened up with this amount of violence, Tracy just got even more shy and subdued.

Then one day, just after her 21st birthday, Tracy's father had arrived home drunk and walked straight into the kitchen where Tracy was sitting opposite her mother trying to find the courage to tell her she was leaving home.
An adult now, Tracy could have left years before, but her mothers control over her, and the way she made it clear Tracy would never be allowed enough freedom to possibly ruin her double life, stopped her from attempting.

Her fathers voice was the first thing she heard, "YOU WHORE" he'd shouted, storming through the door and pinning her mother to the table face first. "YOU FUCKING GOOD FOR NOTHING WHORE!"
He'd found out about her affair, which by now had been going on for years. He smashed her face down onto the table by her hair and carried on yelling at her.
Tracy was terrified and ran out of the kitchen, not sure whether to find help, or run as fast as she could before her mother was released and would surely blame her.
The families housekeeper, Mrs Adams, was standing in the hall looking shocked at the commotion through the kitchen door. She stepped aside slightly as Tracy's father came running through after Tracy "Where do you think you're going?"
Tracy froze, tears streaming down her face and no words coming.
"Leave her be.. " Mrs, Adams said quietly, not wanting to anger her employer more, "Go to your room Tracy."

Tracy dashed up the stairs, followed by Mrs adams, and her father. But stopped when she heard a scream. As she turned she saw the elderly housekeeper hit the bottom of the stairs and a pool of blood start forming around her head. She was dead, and Tracy's father had pushed her.

Everything stopped.

The next thing Tracy remembered was her mother in the hospital. Her father had been arrested, and jailed for the murder of Mrs Adams, and the assault of her mother.
Her mother was soon to live with Uncle James...
And Tracy... well she was shipped off to columtreal university... unwanted, un needed....
Unloved...

THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Tracy's first week at Columtreal changed her, some say for the better, others say for the worse.
She met a few new friends, the closest was Isis, who'd arrived the same day.
On her second night she got mugged in Hathian City. It was a vicious mugging, but in fear she refused to go to the police. "You're going to the hospital" Isis had said, and took her there.

The city, although scary at first, became home for Tracy.

She sat down one day of that first week and made a decision. Her new found confidence helping her, she dialled her mothers number and awaited an answer.
"What do you want?" Her mother had answered with her usual spitting anger.
"Mother... or should I just call you June?" Tracy had asked, knocking her mother off balance. "I have never been so happy as I am now... so I wanted to tell you." She thought for a moment, making sure she had the correct words... "YOU AND... AND ALL OF YOUR STUPID FAMILY... YOU'RE ALL DEAD TO ME NOW." she shouted. Shocking her mother to silence, until...

"Tracy, stop this nonsence or you'll lose all of your inheritance, you'll never cope without me, you know it."

"I don't want your cash, and I don't want you.. " Tracy had said calmly... a happiness relaxing her whole body. She looked out of the window over Hathian as she hung up the phone.... she was home, finally wanted... and finally happy.

The following days were happy ones for Tracy, she'd finally found her place in this world. Her new friends Isis and Declan were keeping her busy, and on hearing about the sorority costume party at Beta House, she was excited too.

"Come with me?" she'd asked Declan, not wanting to be alone, but still wanting to meet some new people, Tracy had wanted a friendly face.
He'd agreed, and deciding on an Army costume, Tracy decided to drop into the Fraternity pre-party first.

The party was busy, that was a fact, but she knew it was maybe a little much for her. Sitting alone with a drink she heard a commotion and looked over to see a pledge being branded with a hot iron. Her stomach churned.
She was so glad, seeing the pain and sweat on the pledge's face, that she'd decided to leave it a few weeks before she decided which sorority to pledge to, if any.

Tracy grimaced and heading out of the party, she took off down the road to Hathian to meet Declan, finding him outside Lou's as planned, and they walked back to campus hand in hand. He'd dressed as a samarai, and she found the sight of him in his costume amazing. His bandaged stomach was covered in fake blood.

The party was crazy, the house and garden packed out with costumed students and residents of Hathian. It was in full swing when they arrived and Tracy led Declan inside to grab a drink and dance. They were pushed together like sardines, and the room was sticky and warm, regardless of the storm that had began to rage outside.
Music pulsed from the speakers as the whole room seemed to sway together.

It was so loud and busy in the small house, that when Tracy heard the first scream from upstairs, she put it down to people messing around. Declan leaned down and called in her ear over the music that he needed to go, his adopted daughter needed him. Watching him walk away, she thought he'd said he needed to call her, and stood still waiting for him to come back, she took another drink just as she heard someone yell that the doors were locked. She saw Declan outside, and began to panic a little.
Checking her phone, she realised the signal bar was at zero. "Declan, whats happening?" she tried to yell over the music as she saw people trying to ram the door open with a sofa, and others banging at the windows. She froze to the spot in blind panic watching people rushing around. A man ran behind her on fire, but before she had the chance to notice him properly she felt a shove to her legs, and fell to the ground.

Tracy didn't realise what had happened at first, assuming in the rush of people trying to escape, she'd just fallen. Pushing herself up on her arms she tried to stand but couldn't summon her legs to bend. Looking down she saw blood, and her legs seperated from her body. She looked around, the colour drained from her face in shock and froze. Someone in a mask, carrying a chainsaw and other weapons, and wearing no clothing had turned on somebody else. Tracy knew at once she'd been cut by this monster.
She could feel the warm, pumping blood coming from what was left of her legs, then she felt a burning. The burning man had fallen on her legs, scorching the flesh.
Screaming in pain, Tracy used her arms to drag herself away from his burning body "Help me, HELP ME!!" She called, "DECLAN HELP!" But it was no use, as he was outside. She dragged herself across the room, looking for somebody, or trying to get out.

Her mouth was filling with blood, and she vomited before using the last of her strength to drag herself to the door. She grabbed a girls long skirt and tried to get her to help before everything went dark "Declan," what she felt would be her last word escaped her lips, everything blurred but the pain didn't stop.

The next thing she remembered was the ambulance. She felt a needle go into her skin, and the pain began to burn a little less, being far from gone. She heard people around her and felt the rumble of the ambulance across the road. In her throat she could taste blood, vomit and gasoline. The smell of the house was in her nose, and she gagged. "Isis?" she called "Dec?" her mind wasn't straight and she knew now she didn't have much life left.

Arriving at the hospital, the pain was building again, she felt the doctors fighting to save her, with pressure to the stumps and more sharp scratches that felt like nothing against the pain she felt through her body. She was lifted to a bed, but was barely aware of anything at all.
Then a voice broke her thoughts, Declan's voice, she opened her eyes a little, seeing him through the blur. He gently lifted her as she heard the doctors stand aside and stop working.

For a moment the pain stopped. The world was clear again, and she leaned into his chest, still feeling the blood pumping and realising he was covered in it too. Then, she felt it getting harder to breathe, breaths clutching at her throat and making her choke.
Finally, her last breath, in Declans arms, with the doctors looking on sadly. She left this world.