Into oblivion

Christmas tree

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It's been fucking hours since he left and I really need to pee but I've tried everything to get the cuffs of me like biting? check, kicking? check, even fucking asked it. Okay so maybe I'm going a bit insane here.

Wait-

If I can't leave the bed, I'll just bring it along with me. Why the fuck didn't I think of this before, I get up stretching for a second because to be frankly honest I don't know how I'm meant to move a super king sized bed all the way to the other side of the room. Here goes nothing. I hang onto the thick wooden bars, pulling it with everything i have only for it to move an inch or two ..... well at least it's two inches more than what I had a second ago.

Five or six minutes later I've managed to get it to the middle of the room, I want to die. My stitches are probably ripped open by now as the bandage is covered in blood but I don't care, I simply need to pee. I begin to pull again only to have a heart attack as Nicholas voice comes from the entrance.

"What-are .....you ....doing" he's looking at me as if there's a giraffe in the room.

"Well-" he laughs interrupting my amazing explanation that I was about to give him so I just take a seat on the floor and wait till he's finished. I haven't heard him laugh though, hell he barely ever smiles so this is something to definitely remember even if he's annoying the shit out of me.

"Okay okay I'm done" he takes a long breath still chuckling a little as he takes the keys out of his pocket throwing them to me.

"Dickhead" I whisper under my breath as it falls of my wrist, I fall back to the floor from exhaustion.

"I'm surprised you could even stand up with the state your legs in"

"I.needed.to.fucking.pee" I wine.

"Well you're free so..."

"Shut up" I stand up and limp to the toilet as he laughs once more, I'm definitely killing him in his sleep tonight.

After I got out he wasn't in the room but I did hear the water running upstairs so I'm guessing he's taking a shower. I jump onto the bed that's now back in its original place but instantly regret it as I feel my stitches tear.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I groan into the pillow to muffle the pain, normally I would ignore it and move on but for some reason it's not going away and on top of that I feel so sick, what the actual fuck. I try to get up but my legs give in making me hit the floor instead, what is happening.

I hear footsteps run down the stairs and soon after Nicholas voice follows "Mia?"

"Nicholas" I pant out barely being able to breath.

He doesn't waste another second when he finds me laying on the ground "fuck" he picks me up immediately rushing out of the room. The wind feels like cold fire against my skin as he rushes to somewhere, he slows down before kicking a door open breaking the lock entirely.

"LARRY!"

"I'm here I'm here what's wrong" another voice says or maybe there isn't anyone there, I don't know at this point. It all feels like everything is just becoming this one big melting ball.

"She's definitely poisoned" Nicholas puts me down on something metal making me shiver with how freezing it is.

"How long ago" the man stands above me to my right shining a light into my eyes, weirdo.

"About four hours ago"

"Then she's already dead"

I laugh at that without even meaning to making Nicholas even more pissed of than he already was. He stares at me with such intensity that it gets my heart beating faster or maybe its because I'm dying, guess we'll never know "looks like I'll be the one dying tonight"

"You're not going to fucking die"

"Language!" I tut shaking my head that feels oldy lighter than before. Something pokes into my neck and everything simply stills, the voices, the movements, life even, or so I think.

Before I black out Nicholas's voice is loud and clear "if she dies, I'll hang your kids as ornaments on a fucking Christmas tree"

Well someone has anger issues.