MATT TO THE RESCUE

Chapter 9

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Laying there helplessly, I wished that a savior would pass by but all hope and wishes were in vain. "I have to save myself before I die," I encouraged myself and started crawling like a snake with the help of my hands.

On my first try, the pool of blood wouldn't let me go. I slipped and fell back in it and later on, I began to feel a headache.

"Help me! Help! Is someone around? Anyone, please help me," I wailed, desperately. I felt stranded, and sick at the same time. I shouted for 'help' vibrated in my head and it increased the pain I felt in my head.

"Help! Mommy!!!" I was exhausted again but who would hear me in this extravagant house where people were partying, not to talk about my mother who was resting at home? I had given her some pills, and the last bread before I set out to look for food for myself.

When I felt dizzy and was about to sleep, I gave attention to some approaching footsteps. I couldn't gather momentum to shout for help similarly as I had