You Colour My World (A Cody Simpson Fan Fiction) [COMPLETED!]

Chapter 21!

Recap:

Billy and I laughed, but then more scary faces popped up in front of us, causing us to scream as well.

“Ok, let’s not hope for anything anymore in here. Just go with it…” Cody said, grabbing my hand again.

Near the end, we caught up with Campbell and Mikala.

They looked like they screamed more than us with the look on their faces.

But, at the very, very end, I somehow got separated with them all.

I was going in a complete different direction, and it was dark so I couldn’t see a thing.

I felt like I was in a closed in area but I wasn’t sure.

“Cody? Billy?” I managed to shout.

More silence filled my ears as I kept walking.

Just as I thought everything was fine, something grabbed my ankle.

I screamed, and this time I felt it go to my lungs.

It hurt.

Then, I felt something hit my stomach. Right in the gut.

I fell to the ground in the most pain I’ve been in, in a long time.

I then felt someone stomp on my fingers.

I screamed in pain as I jerked my hands back, trying to get a good look at them, but failing miserably as I got kicked in the face.

I felt some sort of hard, but sharp, object jab into my arm.

Whoever it was, brought a flashlight, because I saw a light point to my arm.

There was a screwdriver in my arm.

A SCREWDRIVER IS IN MY ARM.

The flashlight was then brought to a gun that the person was holding.

I really hope this is just part of the haunted house.

Wait, why would this be part of the haunted house if there is a REAL screwdriver stuck in my arm, and my face and fingers are all smashed up.

I felt the person point the gun to my head.

Tears streamed down my face as I lay there as still as I could.

I didn’t want to make any sound because if I screamed, that may startle the person and make them shoot me, which would kill me in an instant considering the gun is pointed to my head.

I heard a laugh.

It was a man’s laugh.

It was an evil laugh.

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged outside. My head hit the wall and I groaned in pain.

“If you scream, shout, yell, or talk…I won’t think twice about shooting you.” The man said.

It sounded familiar but not so much. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t really focused on that right now.

“What do you want from me though?” I asked.