Mine - Vance Hopper (The Black Phone)

- Breaking Point -

CW: Extremely fowl language and use of the F slur.

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The room is light when Marilyn wakes. The morning sun shining through the small window.

Looking around the room, Marilyn feels disappointment filling her body. She was supposed to make it out. Instead she got caught. She got caught and know she fears that she may never get out again.

With tears clouding her eyes, Marilyn sucks in a shaky breath and reaches for her necklace. Her trembling hands slowly trailing up to her neck before a gasp is heard through the empty room.

Where is it?

Marilyn panics lightly, her hands roaming around her neck. But it was empty. The necklace was gone.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Marilyn mutters, quickly raising from the stained mattress, her eyes search around the coushin for any sign of the shiny object.

But it wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"No." She whispers to herself. That necklace means everything to her. She can't lose it. Not in a time like this.

The tears that Marilyn had been holding in finally began to spill over the edge, running down her cheeks. The girl basically collapses onto the floor, placing her hands on the cold concrete floor and scattering back into the wall, leaning against it.

Every emotion Marilyn had been holding in had finally burst through the surface and escaped her mind, flooding through her body as she felt her heart crack more and more.

Thoughts began to cloud her mind, making the girl spiral into a tornado of negativity.

I'm never gonna see my dad again.

He's going to be all alone.

This is my fault.

I should've been faster.

Finney isn't going to have anyone help him with his bullies.

I wish I told Vance how I really felt.

Marilyn freezes slightly when she realized what her brain had been saying.

Did she feel something different for Vance? Something more than hatred?

Something stronger?

"No Marilyn. You're going crazy." She mutters to herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks, shaking her head and staring ahead.

How do I feel about him?

A click was heard from behind Marilyn and she flinches, moving further from the door.

It opens fully and Marilyn is met with the grabber. He was wearing half of his mask. The top half, showing of his disgusting smile.

"You're awake." He mutters.

"Where is it you bastard?"

The grabber tilts his head lightly, confused by the girls question and also slightly infuriated by her use of language.

"Where is what?"

Marilyn stands up. "My necklace," she breaths. "Where is it." The words were said as a statement rather than a question.

"I don't know." He says calmly, shrugging. "I didn't take it."

"Bullshit–"

"You watch your fucking words with me little girl!" The grabber screams, causing any ounce of confidence to drain from Marilyn.