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Ch. 5 Shattered hopes |Collin|

Collin, 8:40 am 6/8

Friday

In my whole life, I would have never guessed that I would be dying like this. The fact I've come to face is, I'm dying.

My kidnapper -who I still don't know- is having an enjoyable time slowly cutting out skin near my heart. My worst nightmare has come to life.

For every bit of skin that was carved out, I cried. How could I not? The pain was intolerable. My whole body was shaking and I could barely see out of my swollen eyes.

When I looked down at my chest, I began to tear up again. My chest was red. There was no more skin near the whole area. It bled uncontrollably so I lost a lot of blood. I could feel that I was just minutes from my death bed. I knew that once my kidnapper came in again that it would be the last for me. They only spoke once to me. And that was, "Your worst fear will be your last thought." Then they began cutting near my heart. Once they were done, they took that layer of skin off and left the room.

I think I was in a basement. The walls around me were gray and stained and the smell was horrid. There was a window down here however but it's not like I could get to it. It was barricaded with metal bars and a sensor. Beneath the window was a freezer, it looked out of use. All I knew was that I really didn't want to know what was in there.

I had always imagined that my death would be an epic one. That I would die from a stab to the heart or that someone would write my name in a notebook and I'd die minutes later. I thought my death would be quick. I never stopped to think about how painful any death would actually be.

My kidnapper was not only slowly cutting at me but they also attempted to drown me too. It's like they knew all my fears. And the way they acted to me felt like they knew me. That they really hated me even though I don't know what I could have done to make someone hate me that much, besides bullying little kids on the internet. But this wasn't a little kid. But they weren't tall enough to be an adult either. They weren't fit, or fat, or tall, even though when I first saw them they were abnormally tall. Instead, they were short, had small hands, and their mask looked too big for their face. Sometimes I felt like it was two different people but then again, I haven't had water for the past almost 24 hours. If this carving wouldn't kill me then dehydration sure would. I had two days left till I would die from it.

I do hope that Art found help by now though. I don't blame him for running, he didn't stand a chance against the figure. I probably would have ran too.

I blame myself for this. It was my stupid idea to go look for Madi. I wanted to believe so badly that she would be here. I should have known better. And Art didn't even believe it but he still came even with the chance that this exact thing would happen. Even if he did get help, he didn't know where I was. Plus, Art wasn't the best person to ask for directions or anything like that. And if help came here, I wouldn't even know if I would be savable. I was nearly dead, I could barely talk, and I kept seeing Alli and Madi in the corner of the room watching me. I knew it was hallucinations. I just hated seeing them after I knew Alli was dead and Madi probably was too.

I heard footsteps coming closer. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. When my kidnapper came in, my jaw dropped. They weren't wearing their cloak or mask anymore.

"Now I will be the last thing you see before you die." They said in a raspy voice and smiled.