Cursed Love

Chapter Two:

I heard the same scream last night. I think it's getting to me. It's probably normal. Everyone could hear the cries. I hope.

I heard someone say my name behind the walls.

"Do you know where Esmeralda has gone?" I recognise the voice, perhaps one of my neighbours.
"No, the whole town is looking for her, no one knows," another voice said.
"I suspect it's the same person who took Daniel."

I felt sick. They hadn't found the body yet at least. But people think someone took Daniel first and then me. But they don't know. I murdered Daniel. He's not missing. He's dead. I think I will be very soon.

I can't do this. I heard the screaming again. It's only at night though. It was louder. It was scarier. It was closer...

I'm going insane, I scream and scream for help each day and each night. How can they not hear me? How? I'm starving. I'm cold. I'm scared. Whoever did this knows. They know about Daniel. They know what I've done.

I saw it. I saw the figure I was sleeping. And I woke to them placing a plate of food on the floor. I rubbed my eyes. They were gone. The room had no entry. What is happening? Maybe I am going insane...

I'm choking. I can't breathe. My stomach feels twisted. My head is spinning. My throat is all up in a knot. I. Can't. Breathe.

Last night...
I felt something. Someone. I felt someone in the room. No one was there. But I felt someone's presence. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Shivers down my spine. I ate the food. I felt like I was going to die. Pain. Just pain. But I will escape.

I wake. Blindfolded. My body bruised and cold. I have a restraint around my head. My arms wrapped around a cold metal chair, my feet chained together. I hear a voice, a deep, hushed voice of a man. I hear a rat. A rat scurrying across the floor. My blindfold slips down my face, sweat trickling down my forehead. My hands sticky and wet. I see blood. Thick, cold, dark, ruby blood. Not blood of my own. Blood of another. I sit, an empty room, my chair in the centre, the man turned away. He was taking off blood stained gloves. Him chuckling to himself quietly. He turns. His slim, pale face with piercing blue eyes staring into my soul. He grabs the blindfold and straps it around my eyes. I can't remember anything. How I got there, what had happened to me. Nothing. I don't even know my name...