Illusion of my dreams

Where is my mind?

I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room, tied against a chair.

I anxiously started looking around the room trying to make out where I was. Than I remembered what had happened earlier.

Why wasnt I dead?

I was supposed to be dead.

Why wasnt i?

Confusion took over my already foggy mind and panic started rushing trough my weak body.

My wrists were burning from the rope that had been wrapped around them tightly. " oh come on." I grunted with annoyance whilst rapidly trying to free myself from the chair.

I noticed my ankles also being tied against the chair with the same rope. " what the actual fuck?" I mumbled whilst continuing to angrily struggle against the rope. I was moving so aggressively that the chair accidentally collapsed onto the floor making me slam my head against the cold floor. My vision started to blur as I tried to get up. Sadly I simply couldn't move due to the strong grip those stupid ropes had on my joints.

Suddenly the door flew open and a familiar man walked in. Without even bothering to look up I could tell it was Bill because of the sound his shoes made. I heard his sadistic chuckles as he watched me, helpless and hurt on the floor not knowing why I was here. The last thing I remembered was me passing out in Bills arms.

I had no clue what happened to me and why I was tied up against a chair.

" well, you're finally awake I see."

Bill murmured as he stepped closer to me making shivers trailing down my spine.

He kneeled down next to me and grabbed my chin to force me to look him in  the eyes. His eyes were dull and he had dark circles under them. " you're such an idiot." He scoffed before violently letting go of my chin making me cringe back. He stood up before walking to my other side to pull me up.

" let me go."

I managed to get out.

Bill grabbed the chair ans placed it back up.

" no."

He groaned whilst walking around me, over and over again.

" what happened?" I dared to ask. I looked over at him, his lips parting before he spoke. " well, u didn't die I guess." He just laughed. I rolled my eyes with annoyance as I endured his stupid comebacks. I had every right to know why and how I ended up here. I didn't do anything wrong? Besides, I was supposed to be dead already, wasn't that what he wanted all this time?

I was confused and sad at the same time.

Bill leaned against the wall and watched me.

His eyes piercing into mine as he smirked.

I was disgusted and akwardly tried releasing myself from the ropes. What the fuck was going on?

* a day earlier *

I opened my eyes and found myself sitting in one of the many chairs placed in the waitingroom, Laure sleeping next to me. I glanced up just to see Tom. His dark eyes glaring into mine.

" what the fuck?"

I muttered in shock before instantly standing up from my seat.

" what are you doing here?" I angrily snarled at Tom who had taken a few steps back now. " I could ask you the same question." He grinned. I clenched my fists. " isn't it obvious?" I groaned. " oh yes it is Bill. Since when do you care so much about a pet? She doesn't mean anything." Tom hissed at me, his words piercing right trough me.