...Scarred For Life...

Chapter 18

White walls, white ceiling, white floor. No doors no nothing we walk to the middle of the room and there's a piece of paper. I snatch it up and read:*Tonight the wind blows colder still. All I know is darkness, never light. The pain will break strongest hearts. My dreams will escape my grasp.* Chills ran down my spine.
I've heard this before somewhere. Zayn and I met eyes. His brother had sent this to him the night before he escaped the hospital "First word first sentance, second word second sentence. Etcetera..." Zaym spoke in a strained voice. "Tonight I will escape." I finished. "But that makes no sense." Jakob said.
The ajar door slammed open punching a hole in the wall with the handle and there stood Exavior. He took my breath away. He had been a good friends before he went crazy. He had killed Joyce their sister then attacked their parents. He had tryed to kill me too. I remember every bit of it like it had been branded into my skull.
I had come over to study with him because I sucked at geography and he offered to help. We were sitting in his room with the door closed which was strange because he always had it open. He was sitting abnormally close to me today too. He also wouldn't let Jakob or Zayn sit in today. He had suddenly rested his hand on my knee. I thought nothing of it other than a polite gesture. He told me a joke. The only thing I don't remember. I recall it being really funny and I laughed really hard. He laughed as well his hand slowly sliding up my thigh as his body shook with laughter.
Then his fingers played with the hem of my skirt. I gulped watching his hand fold it up acordian style like you do with those paper fans. I couldn't breath. I knew Jakob was downstairs. But Exavior was older than me. An untouchable. And he wanted my attention.
His hand slid to my inner thigh and pressed against my underwear. Me being a hormonal 15 year old had already been soaking wet at just being in his presence. He chuckled and slid my panties aside stroking my soft petals. "OH" I said my head rolling back. He leaned in close out lips almost touching. Just as I was going to pull back he kissed me. Not like how Jakob kissed me this was possessive. I pulled away. And scooted back. He came closer.and I kept frantically scooting back because he had this look in his eyes. My lower back slammed into a shelf paralyzing me. He took this advantage and slipped his hand back down. His fingers slipped in wiggeled around searching, exploring... I could move again as he was leaningbin to kiss me.
I headbutted him and stood up running for the door. He caught my ankle and I fell face first into the carpet. I yelled out. For Jakob, Zayn, anybody at that moment. I rolled over and Exavior was standing up my his desk. He opened a drower and pulled out two knives a pair of scissors. He held thevknife by the blade and lightly tossed it toward me. I rolled back onto my stomach and the knife landed. Blade first. Into the carpet next to my head. I push myself off the floor and towards the door the knife hitting just above the handle. He stides to me and I rip the knife out if the split wood of the door. I pointed it at him and before I could react he slapped it out of my hand and pushed me back. I tripped over our books and landed onto my elbows. He knelt onto my stomach. The door opened and in stepped Zayn and Jakob. Exavior lifted the scissors up poised to attack me. Jakob tackled him and pinned him down.
Joyce walked into the room and pulled Jakob off of him. Exavior jumped up and stabbed her in the throat, just above the collar bone.
The police arrived minutes later and an ambulance after that. But they were too late. She bled out.
Looking at Exavior now took my breath away. He had always been a cute kid but now he was a man. At least 30 by now. When he had escaped the hospital he left state. Untouchable... He's panting like he'd been running. He's poised to come at us. He's about 5ft away from the door when I see a crowbar come swinging down onto his head.

*****************Karlees P.O.V.*********************

I wake in a pitch black room. "What the fuck?" My voice is groggy. I stretch out my arms popping my back. Four walls one door. I stand up and hit my head "Shit." I put my hand up a pole I'm in a closet? Really? I try to open the door."What the Fuuuuuck man seriously? Who put me in a locked closet cuz I'm gonna beat some ass!" I holler. I swing my foot back to kick the door and I hit something metal. It clinks on the floor echoing the sound around. I reach down and pick it up fingered it around in my hand "Well, that was dumb." I said to myself who the fucks dumb idea was it to give me a fucking crowbar?
I wedged the split end into the crack in the door and pryed it open. "WOW an EMPTY ROOOOM!" I shouted and listened to the echo back. The door straight ahead of me was already open so I walked up to it. Woah, weird long hallway... I slid the crowbar into my belt loop and started on my way. I putbny right hand against the wall pushed off and put my left hand on the other side and kept this up half way down the hall. "Ffff HOOOLLLY SHIT!" Left. Hand. Stinging. I look at the wall. "What the fuck is dis?"

At shoulder height a fuckin razor blade stick in out the white grout shit. I pulled it out. A light went out."Shit, shit, shit shit" I put the razor back "I didn't touch shit." I said. Another light. "Well if you goin be like that then imma take yo mufuckin razor too" I took the razor and saw someone standing at the end a the hallway. Fuck. That. Shit. I'm out. I took the fuck off. Finally I got to the damn door and fling that shit open and slam that shit shut.
There's blood on the floor and a torn piece of a plad fabric on the floor. Zayn. I pick it up and smell it. "Yep that Zayn alright." I mumble "Goddamnit!" I hear faintly from an open door "THATS A SIN!" I yell whisper back. I step into the new hallway and walk to the end and turn Left, left, Left, right, right, left. I approach a door. Its unlocked but there is something blocking the door I slam into it. Something hits me in my head.
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I'm on the floor and my head is poundin. I open my eyes. There door is busted open. "Must have been my super san." I said smugly. I got up and enter an bedroom. It smelled so strongly of Jakob. OK then. I saw blood on the floor. There was a whole trail of it leading to me. I look at my hand. "HOLY SHIT. FUCK!" My hand has been bleeding this whole time. Well damn. I remember now. I felt in my pocket and pulled the razor out. I looked up and saw a man in the door way. Oh shiiiiiit. Exavior. "Bitches bout to die." I mutter and slide out my crowbar as ha takes a few steps forward. I get behind his and swing my stick of destruction up and over bonkin this bitch on the head.