I'm Sick And Tired

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Aftermath-

The night was going smoothly until Cheryl started to have trauma while sleeping.

She dreamed she was in the room shd was once in for a total amount of three days, 17 hours and 30 minutes. She started to panick, especially with her last memories being into the arms of Toni.

She looked around, but everything look drastically different. The bed she was on top of was hard and cold, as if it were made for a jail's holding cell. The "bathroom" was an open area, open for anyone tovcome and see. She looked towards the floor to see a metal bowl filled with slop.

She caught chills as she looked at everything in the room, seeing how things differed from her last moments in that very room. She didn't want to move, not knowing where she exactly was or where she could go. She put her vare foor on the cold cemented floor, slowly exploring the place she feared both then and now- now being the most traumatic.

As she walked, she heard drips of water. She walked forward, being met with a leaking ceiling and a bucket to collect the cold drops that would fall in a consistent pattern of 15 seconds. She looked to both her sides, not finding anything and decided that she should just turn back around and go back to her so-called bed.

As she walked back, she smelled a foul smell. A stench that she couldn't bare so much, resulting in her to gag. She plugged her nose, moving closer to the smell when she was finally met with a dead body. The redhead gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes instantly welled with tears. The feel of fear ran throughout her body as she started at the dead one before her. l

She moved closer to it, not wanting to, but with curiosity, she did. She looked at both sides of the body, seeing that the body was starting to decompose, if it hadn't already. She could see some of the features of the person, and she could tell that it was a woman that was once in the same position she was in. She backed away with the thought, 'I have to get out of here,' roaming her head.

She tried to look for a window, any opening that could free her from containment of this unknown person that got ahold of her. As she was searching the place for an exit, she laid eyes on a peek of light that was shining through a boarded area. The nervous girl ran over, pulling onto the wood before it eventually tore off. She pulled about three pieces off before she was met with a bright window.

She saw a latch and pulled on it. With her surprise, it opened almost instantly. As she was attempting to lift her body to exit, someone pulled on her leg, resulting in her to slide back, hitting her head on the rough and bumpy surface before her. She screamed, trying to catch anyone's attention either walking by or a neighbor's attention.

After her hands gave out, she was now in her back, looking up at this masked killer that now had her. She had a panicked breath, and in the moment, she didn't know what to do. With so little knowledge of what was going to happen, she backed away from the perp, her being followed by the bulky body. Before she could get a sound out, the person before started to speak.

"If I couldn't get to your parents, you now have to pay for their actions," the distorted voice spoke.