I doubted I'd be fine, but I took the pain-killers and the medication gratefully. The man hugged me randomly, and halfway throught the embrace, he kissed me. OH MY GOSH HE KISSED ME! I kissed back, shocked though, then realized...what the heck am I doing? I pushed the guy aside and smacked him. "What do you think youre doing?"
His face turned bright red, I don't know if it was from blushing or from being hit hard. He half-smiled.....i was disgusted. I have a boyfriend, I love him, I miss him so much. I miss everyone, I've been isolated for two week. TWO WHOLE WEEKS. I wonder if anyone went looking for me.......I doubt it, or I would've been found. Did anyone really care about me anyway? They had to know I was gone....I love Johny, I iss him. I miss everything about him. I hate this. I really do.
The doctor obviously wanted me to leave now. I was almost in tears. How embarrassing. As the young man was rushing me out the door I asked,"Do you know what Brett's doing to me?"
"Ummmm.....no?" He replied, obviously in a state of confusion. I think he's faking it, but I don't know.
"He kidnapped me. The reason why I have these cuts are because he threw me into a mirror. How else could this happen to me?"
"WOAH WOAH WOAH.....HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!?!?!"
"Ummm, yeah." He stared at me wide-eyed, with disbelief.
"You're not serious.....are you?"
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!" Just when he yelled, Brett barged in,grimacing, holding a syringe filled with a lethal dose or morphine.
"GET DOWN NOW YOU *******!!!!!!" I ducked and ran, well tripped, so I was hiding behind the worst person I know, the person I hated. He tackled the doctor and straddled him, holding the syringe up to his neck. The doctor yelled and struggled to free himself of Brett, but no attempt worked. With little to no strife, he shoved the thin needle into his internal jugular vein. The doctor shrieked in pure agony, and had a spasm in breathing. I rushed to help, but Brett yanked me aside and I slid on the tile floor. My knees were a little bloody but it was nothing compared to the torment I was going through last night.
I cried out for Jenna in distress, but there was nobody there. I ran out to the hall while Brett was occupied with killing the doctor "friend". I went to the reception room, and the plump blonde was behind the counter in a scene you would only see in a bloody horror movie. Her arms and legs were tangled in sickening positions, I seriously thought I was about to vomit, and there was blood splattered everywhere. I searched through every room, until I had the last door to open. I hesitated for a second, thinking, What if he killed her? If he ******* killed her....OH MY GOSH...I will murder that *******!!! I opened the door slowly, sweating with anticipation. She.....
She.....
Oh....
Jenna....
She....
