𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 11 | Double Doors

It didn't budge, I stepped back, my heart racing.

"Pfft, idiot all that getting scared for nothing. Of course it's locked." I said, actually I was really happy it was locked. What if it wasn't, what was I thinking?

That's literally trespassing, just because there's a door to his apartment doesn't mean I should open it. I barely know him, what the fuck?

"Dumbass." I laughed and slowly started walking to turn off the light.

The door to Aizawa's room made a click, I ran to hide in the closest closet I could reach. The knob turned and slowly opened.

"Shit, shit, shit." I kept my hands over my mouth. "You idiot, why are you even hiding?" I whispered to myself.

My breath hitched in my throat as I stopped talking, a man in all black stepped in the room. I don't think I realized how tall he was, he looked almost as tall as the door. I couldn't breathe, why was I so scared? I'm not a little girl, I'm acting like a sissy, I'm hiding like I'm guilty.

"Who turned the lights on?" The man in black said with a grunt, he sounded mad.

I whimpered, my hands over my mouth. "The fuck, why are you being a freak? You never should have touched that door." I wanted to slap the shit out of myself, I was angry.

It was like a grade schooler hastily trying to hide from her crush, who she was waiting to read the note she wrote.

"Wimp." I said lastly. I put too much umph in the P.

The man in black turned to the closet, he slowly started to walk over. His shoes slightly scraping the ground, I could only see his lower half.

I don't know what made it so terrifying but I was scared for my life, I thought I was dying. Or about to.

I whimpered. "Shit, shut up." I asked myself, angry.

The man was now so close to the closet I thought he could see me. I was sitting on the ground knees to my chest. That's why I was so scared.

"Get the arms, then the legs you fucking idiot." She said and smacked my dad. It was my mom, they were both in big yellow aprons that covered their front half. They had big black gloves, and white goggles on.

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus." He said.

The gush of blood and the sound of squishing noises made me squeak. There were people all around them on hooks or on the ground, trying their best to scream or make sounds. The two people turned to the closet I was in. The woman smacked the man and pointed straight to the closet. He groaned and swiftly walked over. I put my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming.

The man quickly opened the door and snatched me up by my arm, he snarled and snatched off his goggles.

"You. Fucking little shit, we'll get to you next." He pointed to the body on the table, "Well, right after her." He laughed. I screamed and kicked crying until my cheeks hurt so much they went numb, my throat closed up. Then everything went black.