Outlast the Night

Lost and Found

A TW for themes of SA and abuse. I am being 100% serious when I say please DO NOT READ if these topics are sensitive to you. I encourage anyone to just skip over this chapter and you can read my other work or anything that makes you happy. Just please know that SA and CSA and abuse will be mentioned in this chapter. Final warning before we move on. 

If I could tell you what my life would be like in five years, nothing about being trapped in an asylum with a serial killer all the while other mad men and those turning into mad men would be running around as well; I would say you were insane. Which is insensitive to those who are diagnose. 

I had woken up hours later, the sun was gone or maybe it was never around. The candle that had been lit was giving a more gruesome aura to the room. Everything about me was experiencing what the candle was going through: tired, dirty but not ready to die. I sat up and moved around trying to clear my head of a plan. I knew my best chance of survival was to keep him happy. In an awful way, I needed to think like an abused spouse. To keep him happy as long as possible while figuring a way out this place.

I rubbed my face feeling the dirt and grim embedded into my skin. I look down to my hands and saw the dried blood and dirt underneath my broken nails. I took a sniff into my armpit and nearly coughed up again. I walked to the door and tried to pull in the handle. But of course there was no handle, I could see out of the iron barred window of the door with the look of darkness.

I took a deep breath in," Eddie!", I called out from the bars in the door. 

"Eddie, I need you, please!" I yelled out into the air; taking pauses between each word. The light from the windows glared into my eyes  causing my eyes to squint. As I blink and focus my sight on the corner of the room where a faint silhouette of a person. They were tall, green with a face full of sharp points where the mouth would be. A slight hum echoed in my ears. It's form was moving up and down which lead me to look down. Their feet were curled in ward creating a form that look like it was floating. My mind fogged up as I starred down on it. The right side of it's body was starting to move. From the shoulder to the arm as if they were reaching out to me. 

I saw the side of my own arm reach out as if we were going to touch each other. 

There was faint yelling and running until those sounds suddenly stopped. I look back to the window and then to corner were the person once stood. The darkness was left behind in their wake. My left ear heard footsteps and he came out. It's still hard to look at his face so I gripped the bars in front of me. Thankfully I'm short enough to peer over the window and morph my face into the most pitiful eyes I could give.

The Groom stepped directly in front of the door. A slight sound ringing of keys bounced against him.

"Yes my darling. Are you feeling better now?" He placed his own hands around mine creating a stronger hold on the metal cylinder. 

"I am but I need something or a few things actually," I pout my lips and bat my eyelashes. He tilted his head from one side to the other.

"If you could, I I really need to clean myself up so if you could get me a towel or rag maybe-maybe some water that would really be helpful. Please, my love?" I licked over my teeth as I tried to grin. My teeth tasted disgusting too.

He raised one eyebrow with a predatory smile and a purr," I have a better idea," he unlocked the door and swung open," follow me, my darling."

He raised his hand out to me as I walked into his orbit. I kept myself straight and eyes forward. I tried to stop myself from looking around as if I was trying to make seem as I was planning an escape plan; which I might be doing. The floor would change from wood to concrete to tile. The air was also changing from cold to hot to warm as I moved around him. I glanced to his side to see the keys in one pocket and a knife in his back pocket.