Olivia Brooke D. Rousseau, a girl who just turned 18, was walking down the street peacefully after a party, the key word was. She felt two hands grab her arms and then a bag was placed over her head.
She was then lifted up the ground, she started screaming "Let me go!" and started to kick and tried to punch but her hands were being held.
The person who kidnapped her went inside a vehicle and sat her on the floor of the vehicle then tied her wrists with a rope. "Let me go, you asshole!" she screamed again. But the kidnapper only stayed silent.
The vehicle started moving, fast. She panicked and screamed again, "Somebody help! Let me go!" and tried to punch and kick.
After what felt like hours but we're only minutes of that she gave up and stopped kicking and punching, she decided to try to think of an escape. The vehicle stopped moving and she heard the car door opened, someone picked her up and walked to somewhere. After what felt like hours of walking, the person reached the place and set her down on a chair and took off the bag that was placed on her head.
The girl looked at the person who kidnapped her, she gasped "Connor?! Is that really you?! What the hell?! " she screamed at him.
Connor (Who was her childhood friend that went missing years ago) stood in front of her covered in blood and sweat. He smiled at her, not like that friendly smile more like the psychopath smile.
She shivered, "Well, hello to you too Olivia." he said in a deadly calm voice. "Why the hell did you kidnapped me for?!" Olivia screamed, "Oh nothing, just bored." He said as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and started to do tricks with it.
His smile flattered and he then looked Olivia straight in the eyes and said, "But maybe, just maybe, you could fix my boredom." he traced the knife on her forehead and it slightly bled.
Olivia hissed in pain, "Connor stop that!".
"No can do, old friend." Connor said as he sliced through her arm, Olivia screamed in pain. Connor snapped his fingers and a piece of clothing was placed on her mouth and tied behind her head, "Hey!" She screamed but her scream was muffled. Connor smiled again, "What are you even doing this for?!" Olivia cried out, "For fun." Connor said as he chuckled, he clapped his hands and the lights turned on revealing all kinds of tools, Olivia's breathe hitched. He laughed as he picked up a saw and held it up above her head.
Tears formed at the corner of Olivia's eyes, "H-hey! Connor! You don't h-have to do t-this!" She hurriedly said. Connor tsk'd and looked at her "I'm sorry" he said and smirked, he then sliced her head open as she screamed her lungs out.
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She expected to see stairs to heaven or a hole to hell, but instead she saw a little girl probably 5-7 years old playing with her dolls.
The little girl looked at her and smiled, and invited her over. Olivia who was in shock walked over to the little girl as the girl excitedly talked about her toys, "Where am I?.." she asked no one in particular, the little girl tilted her head "You're in my room!" She said as she opened her dollhouse, "Your room?.." She whispered. "Yeah! My name is Violet! What's yours?" Violet asked, after a minute of silence Olivia finally answered "I don't know.." she said still thinking why she was in a little girls house, "Oh, that's ok! Wanna play dolls with me?" The little girl asked with a hopeful voice. "I..." Olivia started but didn't finish, she stared blankly at the wall still not able to processed all this information, "Please!" she said with puppy eyes, Olivia looked at her "Where are your parents?" she asked, "They went out to get something from the store" Violet said as Olivia nodded. "Now can you play with me?" she asked, Olivia sighed but nodded.
Violet smiled and handed her one of her dolls and they started to play, as they were playing the only thing that was on Olivia's mind is.
"Why am I here?"
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Her Imaginary Friend
SpiritualOlivia Brooke D. Rousseau, a girl who just turned 18, was on her way home after a party. She was a bit drunk, well that's a lie, she was really really drunk. While walking home she was kidnapped, and quickly killed by someone she knew. The last thin...
