Chapter 8 - Gone Girl

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Hanna's accident was playing on replay in my mind, the things she said made me shiver and shake in all kinds of places . The day the doctors found out that her suicide was actually not an attempt, someone had drugged her, they had put a drug in her water bottle which twister her mind and told her to do things that could harm or kill herself. I can't imagine anyone else that would so something that disgusting to Hanna, except A..the new A. 

I don't know when I drifted off in the afternoon, but I did. When I had woken up it was already pitch black and the hospital was closed, I hate the nights at the hospital, it is dark and the only thing you can hear is the beeping of the machines that are potentially sustaining your life.

There was a loud bang, as if the front door has just been busted open. it must just be the guards. My Instincts said wrong. I bolted up, banging my head on the brass headboard. "jesus f*****g christ!"   I cursed aloud, rubbing my head. There were foot steps outside, not the normal sound of a woman's high heel, they sounded like a man, his footsteps almost seemed to make the thin wood door shake. I closed my eyes and sunk into my bed, covering my head with the thin cotton blanket. The footsteps got louder and louder, loud enough to be right outside my door. Then, all of a sudden they stopped and the only thing that was making noise was the machines and the motion detector in the corner of the room.  I silently prayed for the figure to not come into my room. 

The door swung open, making a loud bang. There motion detector made a low beep, he was in the room with me. The footsteps came closer. I could almost see through the thin blanket, the figure was at the foot of my bed all of a sudden, I could not see his features, there was a mask. He was wearing black from his head to toe. "hello?" I squeaked. The figure came closer, and closer. My shaking hands covered my eyes. He put a hand on my shoulder. He knew Iwas there, hiding. I squeaked. His hand recoiled. I heard a bag unzipping, is her going to kidnap me?  Instead, he just pulled something out of the bag and placed it on my bedside table and snuck away into the darkness.

I was too scared to see what he has just put on my bedside table, it could be a bomb and I wouldn't know until the morning. I was too scared to look.   


My eyes open as the sun spills over the drapes and into my eyes. I had the weirdest dream, remembering the strange man who visited me in the middle of the night. wow, my imagination is really weird, maybe it was the medication. I turn to my side, scanning the bedside table for my morning pills. There was something on the table that I don't remember putting there. "what the hell?" I say aloud and take the white box, it was wrapped with a red ribbon. There was  a small card dangling of the box. I pulled it off and began to read it. "A phone call from the dead? are you kidding me, I am still here bitch. - A" Was written in black marker across the card. MY heart felt as if it had just dropped, was this really from Ali

I pulled off the top of the box and stared into the box, there wasn't a dead rat or a creepy doll. There was a stuffed bear. "Huh?" I said aloud as I held it up. It was a soft plush bear, the kind you get from your boyfriend or the kinds you win from a carnival. I set the stuffed bear on my bedside table, staring into its deep red eyes, red eyes? thats kind of weird for a stuffed bear.. 

I pick up my phone and group call the girls, the phone rings for several seconds before someone picks up, "Hey Aria! I am so glad you are okay, I just got back but you want me to stop by?" It was Spencer, "well of course!" I jokingly shout, the second person on the line picks up, "what up ladies?" Hanna says, there was a guy's voice in the background. "Han? who's that?" I could hear Hanna hesitate for a moment. "Um..its just a guy, it doesn't really matter." I frowned and repeated myself. "who is he?" my voice sounded more impatient than I actually was. 

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