Should I give up?

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I stumbled down the dark corridor slowly, clutching the deep gash in my side. The pain was tremendous and red liquid trickled down my hands, dripping onto the smooth tiled floor. It was quite dark, but mainly because the only light to show he way way dim, and flickered a lot. The pain, the exhaustion, the terror... it was all too much. I made my way to the corner at the end of the hallway and slumped down in it. I had come this far... yet I felt like I had failed her. I had failed my daughter, I just knew it. But I had to stay strong, she wouldn't want me to give up now. I felt as though I would never find out what happened to her, no matter how many police investergations there were. If she was still alive, then I wanted her to know that I love her. But if she was dead... she wouldn't have to wait that long to see her father again. Oh Rose, where are you? Why did you go? Don't panic, I'll find you at some point, no matter how long it takes. I'll see you again. I turned my head to look down the way I had come and noticed that Chica was standing there, staring at me with dark blue eyes. She began to walk towards me. I gulped, no screaming or trying to run. Enough of that. I couldn't go on without closure on what happened to my daughter Rose. Why did she go missing, Friday 13th of March 1987? I wanted to know. I needed to know. For now though, I would just let Chica kill me. It was basically a suiside. She drew closer then stopped before me. Why didn't she just end it for me? Why the torment with those... those eyes. She barely blinked as she stared down at me.

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