Heroine (Audrey Jenson x OC)

Part 1: Emergency Contact

I shot up from my bed, hearing something crash from inside my house. I slowly walked towards my bedroom door, breathing heavily. I heard something else crash, and I grabbed a pair of scissors on my nightstand before I swung the door open.

I took a deep breath and walked down the hallway, pinning my body against the wall. I saw something move in the kitchen and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't gasp.

I saw a dark silhouette start walking towards me and I hid behind the wall, clasping the scissors in both hands. I peaked around the corner and saw no one, so I ran behind the kitchen island and hid.

I heard a crash coming from one of the rooms, and my heart leaped out of my chest. I swapped out the scissors for a kitchen knife and made my way down the hallway again, this time walking faster.

I frantically checked each room, opening door after door. Nothing. My heart rate sped up as I noticed my bedroom door was no longer open, and I had left it open. I took another deep breath before I opened the door.

I scream at the sight of my two best friends, the dark silhouette escaping out the window. I dropped the knife and fell to my knees sobbing, not caring that I heard sirens.

Two police officers lifted me off the floor and handcuffed me, and I tried to get out of their grasp.

"NO!" I screamed. "I didn't kill them! I swear!"

"Sorry young lady, but we have witnesses," said one of the officers. I kneed him in the dick and he cursed. The other officer tased me and I screamed before he knocked me out.

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The banging on my cell door woke me up.

"Get up, we have things to do with you today," said one of the doctors before I heard her footsteps walk away.

I stared at the blank white walls, replaying the events of my dream.

I've been having the same reoccurring nightmare almost every night. The other nights are nightmares of me killing my friends and my family, or the killer killing them and blaming it on me.

I don't deserve to be in here. They are treating me for the wrong thing-I'm not a psychopath, I'm not a killer, I'm a normal teenage kid trying to live their life before it got turned upside down.

Nothing made sense to me, and it didn't to the officers, either. They didn't believe my story because the neighbors called saying they saw me murdering my friends, and the neighbors were mysteriously murdered too. They blamed both killings on me.

Honestly, I've been so lost ever since they have locked me in here. It's been three years. I miss my friends-who probably hate me now.

The look on Noah's and Emma's faces when they spoke to me, the way Jake look disappointed and sad, Brooke sobbing and asking me why I did it, and Audrey.

She's the one who hates me most of all.

I flinched as there was banging on my door again, hearing some male's voice speak.

"We're coming in, don't try any funny shit." The door rattled and unlocked, five officers coming in and handcuffing me.

"State your name and count to ten," an officer with black hair said.

"Why?" I asked. They asked me this at least once a week. I know why they ask: to ensure I'm not going insane and losing my sense of self. I just like to mess with the fuckers.

"You don't need to know why, you need to do as we say missy," another officer with a tattoo on his neck put his hand on his gun holster.

"Don't call me missy," I spat.

"I'd be careful how you talk to us, we can shoot you at any moment," the black haired one said.

"Being dead is better than living in this hellhole."

The black haired officer sighed, and they all exchanged glances as Dr. Haley walked in.

"Are you sure she's ready to leave?" An officer with red hair asked.

"Wait, I'm leaving?" I questioned. They ignored me and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, she is ready," Dr. Haley assured them.

"It's they/them you fucking whore!" I snapped.

One of the officers holding me got out his taser and Haley signaled for him to stop.

She smiled at me. "It will be alright dear."

I scowled.

"Lets go," the officer with the taser said as they dragged me out of the room. They gripped my arms so hard I knew it was gonna leave a mark. My wrists were starting to rub from how tight the handcuffs were.

I walked along the white hallway, hearing the screams and sobs of other people thrown in here.

I felt bad for them, but then remember any of them could be a killer. I only let myself feel bad if they weren't to blame.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" I heard coming from one if the cells. I shuddered.

"At least the girl isn't a complete psycho like we heard," one of the officers muttered.

"What if I am and I'm waiting for my time to strike?" I said. All of them tensed up and I chuckled.

"That can and will be used against you," the red head warned. I just shrugged.

"Ya'll are so dense you can't even take a joke," I yawned.

"It's not a joke if it's coming from a killer."

"I'm not a fucking killer!" I spat. The officers' grip on my arms tightened, and I started to struggle because it hurt. "Stop holding so tightly you dicks!"

I felt a sting in my side and I cried out. "The next time you speak like that or show any sort of restrained we shoot you, understood?"

I just rolled my eyes and kept walking.

They shoved me into the lobby where I saw visiting parents, friends, siblings and partners. I got dragged out of the lobby and shoved aggressively into a cop car.

"Ow," I muttered. "Hey, where am I going?"

"Shut up," The driver said.

"Okay, Jeez."