THE SCAR THAT NEVER BLED

CIGARETTE, DAYDREAM

I was curled up on the mattress. I wanted to rip off my mouth and pull it apart, i just wanted to shed out of my soul and watch my skeletons turn to dust.

I wanted to sob and weep but I couldn't even shed a tear.my hands were trembling with anguish and my eyes held to much misery. I felt numb and trapped, like a butterfly before it escapes out of it's cocoon.

Suddenly. I heard a familiar creak of the storm door. I refused to lift my head up to face the monster that led that the frame. I pretended to just be asleep, praying he'll just go away

"I know your not sleepingg" that piercing
harp voice cut the air as he spoke

I sat up, one knee to my chest and the other lied down. He was holding a tray of some type of food.My mouth started to water mention of food i didn't care what it was I was starving. Staying down here made it feel like prison, you didn't know or if you'd be fed

He only had the bottom of his mask on

"How'd you know the code?" He started off saying

"What?" I responded

"The combination lock on the front door" he annoyingly replied,as he flipped his head to the side

My brain went back to last night,the call with Griffin. What should I say? No way he'll believe Griffin's spirit told me through that 'broken phone'  i can't say I was just standing there trying different combinations, or it was just a lucky guess, anything I say would sound like bullshit

"I found the combo written on a sticky note" I struggled with my shoulders thinking that's the only sane response

The Grabber went quiet "where?"

"I don't know, somewhere"

He pauses. Then immediately he slams the tray on the ground making loud cattle fill the air. He stroms towards me. I quickly gather myself to try to escape and back up but he roughly grips my waist and throws me up.he pins me against the hard wall. I yelp as the pain struck my back.My wide eyes look up and lock with his through the holds in his mask.his hand squeezes around my throat, I gasp as this happens

"Stop bullshiting me" he slurs, his rasp is much scarier closer "now talk!" He removes his hand and replaces it with a switch blade

"I-I swear that's the truth!"

He then nicks the side of my neck,clearly not believing what I'm saying

"Please please please, whatever I say you won't believe!" I beg tears uncontrollably rushing down my face

"Try me" he responds

"I got it from the phone, from Griffin Stagg.he told me it was his bike lock, I swear, that's the truth I swear!" I rush out

"That is impossible, it's wire is cut!" He yells

"It is,it is possible. I don't know how but it is and he told me, please don't kill me,please!" my voice strains

He looks at my glossy eyes. He flips his knife back and steps back. I release a heavy breath from my lungs grasping onto the cold wall behind me. The Grabber runs a hand through his silky hair muttering something, as he's walking away. He leaves the room