Serial

8

It's been a few weeks out in the country side. Lauren comes by everyday to help me heal, not saying a word to me, then leaves. Although Lauren handcuffed me to a bed, I still try to enjoy the nature outside, being it difficult that I can barely stand.

I watched Lauren walk in, not saying a word.

"You know, you don't need to ignore me"I said, as she still continued to do so.

"How's Camila?"I asked, Lauren setting up for healing.

I closed my eyes, the wonderful feeling of flesh healing at a fast rate.

I hummed, Lauren jumping as if she thought I was going to attack her.

"Lauren, I won't hurt you"I said,"Your the only person that can tell me how Camila is, even though you won't tell me."

"She's... She's fine"She hesitated, something else is going on outside these walls.

"Lauren, you aren't lying to me, are you?"I asked, Lauren not making any eye contact.

"Lauren"I said, sitting up.

"She's fine, just move on"Lauren said, raising her voice.

"She isn't ok, is she?"I asked, Lauren stands up.

"You just don't want to give up"She said,"She doesn't love you, you need to leave her alone."

A light lit up in my head,"You like her, don't you?"I said, sitting up.

She didn't say anything, just walked out without a word.

I waited to hear her drive off, before I sat facing the head board, waiting for the right moment to pull with all of my strength.

I pulled, the bar of the headboard giving way, setting me free.

I stood up, hunching over from the pain. I took a deep breathe in before I went searching for a car.

I opened the garage door, seeing a black Lincoln without a set of keys lying around.

I looked inside, seeing the keys in the console.

"Shit"I cussed, having nothing left to do but break the window.

I grinded my teeth, wincing in pain.

Camila, I'm coming.

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-Lauren's P.O.V-
I opened the front door, Camila sitting on her knees, hair messy.

"Camila? Are you ok?"I asked, walking in front of her, her eyes completely white.

"Camila, you need to wake up"I said, shaking her,"Camila."

"Back off"Camila said, although, it didn't sound like her. Her voice sounding demonic.

"Camila, I-I'm going to find out how to fix this, somehow"I said, moving hair out of her face.

Somehow..