No Escape

Chapter 1: morning dove

  The birds sing the lovely tune that makes my heart flutter with annoyance. I groan softly as I slam my pillow over my head. I couldn't sleep at all. This is the fourth day I haven't got sleep.

I reach over to my nightstand and grab my iPhone 14. I have a solid sage green case, it has a small outlined white flower design on the back.

I turn on my phone. 9582. My password. I put it in. I got a notification on Instagram, someone liked my photo. I tap the notification and wait for 7 seconds while the app loads.

It was a photo of me before bed. I had posted it before bed. It was of me in my PJs, and my hair straight down.

My hair is long, silky smooth and a naturally light blonde.

I sigh as I tap the account to the guy who liked my photo. I tap the messages because the guy has no photos on his account.

Message started://: 2:57 am.

  Hello?

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Hi.

Do I know you? Sorry I don't mean to seem weird or mean, I just wanna know.

Oh no, it's ok!

:)

You can call me Q.

Q?

Yes, Q!

You know Kaylee, you look cute.

<3

Oh um..

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I'm sorry, Q. I don't know you,
So how do you know my name?
Read.

End of message://: 3:10 am.

I sigh in annoyance. I'm so done with this. My body feels lifeless and I don't feel real. I just feel like an empty presence in a body.

And now I have Q watching me. I get out of bed and I walk to my dresser. I open the drawer and grab my knife. I slip the pocket knife into my sleeve as I walk out of my room to the bathroom.

I close the door and turn on the light. Luckily there's no windows.

I roll up my sleeve and stare at my pale white skin, with scars. Fresh and old, up my forearm. I sigh as I grip the pocket knife and slide it across my wrist.

I wince. I cut deeper than I thought. Blood speed out.

"Shit." I whisper as I set the knife down and grab some toilet paper and roll a wad up and put it on my wrist. I wince.

It hurts. I didn't mean to cut that deep

*Pov change.*

I watch from a camera I hid in her room. The rooms empty. I know she's awake. And I know she's hurt. She took the pocket knife. Suddenly, the door opens and she walks in her room with a wad of toilet paper on her wrist. She's holding it on her wrist while blood trickles down her arm and hand.