She Will Be Mine

Chapter 7: Des

​I can hear people rushing around me. My eyelids seem to be glued down on my face. I can barely move my hands. The world is dark.
​I remember what happened; I just don't want to think about it. The man took me to a place that I had hoped to never revisit. It was full of heartache and pain, and I couldn't handle it. But I am ready now. I think.
​My thoughts go to Charlie. I hope he is OK. I only wanted to help, to put an end to all of this. This man should not be out in the open, not after what he has done to all of us.
​The noise grows around me. I feel like I am moving, but I cannot tell for sure. Voices circle around my head, and I feel a shark poke on my arm. I feel like I am looking down on myself, and not really in my body. A steady beep begins around my head. I think I am in a hospital or something; I am too disoriented to tell.
​Someone grabs my hand and squeezes. I want to know who, but I cannot open my eyes. It is too hard. I am not ready to face the world yet. I want to be ready. I focus my energy on my hand, and the person holding it. I hope it is Charlie.
​Slowly, I will my hand to move, but it doesn't. I try harder, and take out all the energy I have while trying. It moves. Only a little, but I think it's enough, shadows fly around my vision, and I am tired. The shadows leave and I go to sleep.
* * *
​The man walked out of his apartment, bottle of Bourbon at his side. I need to get cleaned up, he thought to himself. He was very happy that his encounter with Des had gone so well. She will grow to love me.
​He walked over to the garbage dumpster by his apartment, and tossed the bottle in. Turning back towards the apartment, he checked his watch. 10:00. The numbers blaze up towards me. I need to get a move on if I want to stay on schedule.
​He walks back into his apartment, straight towards the freezer. The freezer itself is large, big enough to hold a body, and that is exactly what it is being used for. The man unhooks the large lock holding it shut, and it opens, causing steam to come out the bottom. Inside is the body of the woman he took two days ago. She is very dead, and cold. Her lips are blue from the cold, and her hands have frost coated over them. He grabs a large garbage bag out from under his sink and begins to work. This delivery needs something special. He grabs the scarf that rests on the counter. He swiped it from Des' neck before she even noticed. I shall give her a little reminder of her fate, the man thought cruelly as he began his job for the beginning of phase 2.
* * *
When I wake up, I feel better. The shadows are dancing around me again, and the hand is still on my hand. I squeeze it, and it is easier this time. I think about what will happen when I wake up. I know I will have to face the man again, and I don't know if I really want to. I have to for my parents. I have to for my siblings. I want to for myself.
* * *
​From the street below, the man could see exactly where Desiree's room was located. I need to somehow get in there, he thought as people rushed around him. His phone rang, buzzing in his pocket. He ignored it, focusing again on the problem at hand. I need to get in there, so I can talk to her privately. He paced the sidewalk when his phone buzzed again. Looking at the screen he could see that it was work. They couldn't have called at a better time, he thought to himself.
​"Hello?" He held his hand up to his other ear, to try and hear.
​"Yo man you there?" The caller yelled into the phone.
​"Ugh yes, what do you want?" The man was getting impatient.
​"A bunch of us were going to go and pay a visit to Des. Wanna come?"
​The man's blood curdled at the thought of sharing her with a bunch of mongrels, but he didn't have another choice. "Yes. Fine. I will be there," he hung up and walked to the entrance to the hospital. They didn't know how easy they were making this.
* * *
I listen for noise around me, but everything is quiet. I know someone is next to me, but they aren't talking. The beeping of my heart can be heard on the monitor, steady and rhythmic, but other than that the room is silent.
​People walk into my room and begin talking to me. I hear one voice, and a shiver runs down my spine. I know that voice. I would recognize it anywhere. That is the voice of a killer, the voice of a murderer. How did he get in here! My heartrate accelerates, and someone comes in.
​"What's going on?" one of the voices asks.
​"Nothing you should be worried about," the woman says. "It is perfectly normal for patients to do this is a coma. It means that she is beginning to wake up.
​A different voice talks to me now. I cannot place where I have heard it. "I've been thinking about you Honey. We all have been. You just get better now OK?" Then it hits me. Victor. That man has always been close to my heart. I try and smile, but my face won't work. He squeezes my hand, and then the footsteps retreat.
​I try and pinpoint who that evil voice belongs to. I am so sure that it belongs to the same man that kidnapped me, but it wouldn't make any sense. I brush off my concern; sure I am just imagining it. The killer would not be able to just waltz in here without setting off an alarm with the other people. He would want to hurt me.
​The shadows grow brighter. I feel like I have more energy, and I want to open my eyes, even if it's just a little.
​I focus my energy on my eyes. It doesn't seem so hard now. I hope that Charlie is by me when I do wake up. I am ready to take on whatever this guy brings towards me. I am ready.
​I open my eyes, and the shadows disappear, bringing light instead.