Misunderstood Control

Suicide and betrayal -TW-

Loralie dropped to her knees as her eyes welled up. A rope was attached to Katie, hovering above the ground. Katie’s face was covered by her faded blue hair, the rest of her body lifeless.  Her neck was purple blue and red, and the rest of her body was rotted. Loralie stared as her eyes traveled over the dangling body in disbelief. Loralie could see the fluids of Katie’s body were stained all over her clothes, and a note was stapled to her bare foot. Loralie’s legs shook as she tried to stand back up, her whole body tingling in fear. Her arm grew more and more weak as she tore the note off of Katie’s foot. Blood had stained the paper and the floor under her.

                 “to whoever reads this note,

                           If you are reading this I am no longer alive. The stress has gotten to me finally, not only is my lover gone but everything has been turning around. I cannot tell what’s true or not, and it’s just not working out for me. I have a friend who visits me, his name is Dan. He told me about a place that he wanted to show me. We’ve been talking for a while, so I trust him. I found this rope, so I think I’m going to have fun at this place. He said it was much cleaner and less stressful, so here I am. I’ve been thinking he’s in my head, but he’s nice to me so I don’t care. Offer my life, receive happiness, what more could I ask for? Anyways, bye bye now reader~!

                                   Love,

                                              Katie♡”

   Loralie stood in shock. Katie… sounded so sweet. Freddy placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and whipped her head around. “Freddy…” her voice cracked as she fell to the floor weak. She didn’t want to move, but she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. What would Dr. Senka think about this? Would she even care? Does she even remember Katie? Just then, loralie went numb. Freddy took her arm and forced her to stand up. Her bloody clothes felt so cold against her skin all of the sudden. Freddy dragged her out of the dark room and Into the taxi. “Staying there isn’t going to fix anything, little lady.” He said with a stern face. Loralie shuttered at his cold words. All she wanted was to lay down on her bed in her apartment. “would you like me to rent you a hotel room for the night so you can figure out what you’re going to do next?” Freddy offered. She sat, shaking her head no. Turning the taxi on once more, Freddy offered another proposal. “you look like you’ve been through a lot..” he said softly, locking the doors. “maybe you would like to talk to someone about what’s going on?” He offered. Loralie felt a knot form in her stomach again. “you mean.. talk to you?” she asked slowly. “no, I’m nowhere near professional enough for that girly” he laughed. She sat in the back seat, trembling. What did he mean? A therapist? A few minutes went by in total silence. Freddy spoke up once more. “ there’s a mental hospital somewhere around here I could take you to..” he said with a sweet singsong voice. Loralie froze. A mental hospital? She wanted to speak but her trauma all flooded back to her. Unable to move or speak, she sat there doing absolutely nothing. Her mind was blank as Freddy laughed in the driver’s seat. The blood drained from her face as Freddy looked hat her through the mirror. “come now girly what’s wrong?” he asked with a freakish grin on his face.