Hide and Go Kill

Chapter Five

Kat's POV

I stayed as still as possible, listening for any loud noises or any footsteps.

I had been running when I found this door, it was hardly noticeable as it seems to blend with the wall, but I found it.

It was a closet with so many clothes, and I was hiding behind all the clothes. There were some long coats and big boots under it. I was standing right being this particular coat and gripping the back of it.

I wiped the back of my neck. The temperature was high in here and perspiration was forming on my forehead. My naturally red hair was sticking to my forehead, but that didn't matter to me right now. I knew my hair was everywhere and there was probably so many knots, but I couldn't worry about my hair when there were bigger problems at hand.

I breathed out through my mouth and shakily rubbed my eyes. I don't know how long it's been since I've been in here. Ten minutes possibly, and I was scared to death that they might find me and kill me.

I always thought I'd die, just not like this. I always believed my father would be the one to end my life in one of his reckless beatings, but I hadn't expected this. I'd rather die at the hands of my father than these crazy people.

Tears gathered in my eyes at the thought of them shooting me, or maybe torturing me first, then killing me. I didn't want to die.

I froze as I remembered I had put my phone in my pocket on the way to class. I scrambled to pat my pockets and was relieved to feel my iPhone still resting in my right pocket.

I quickly slid out the phone and turned it on. I dialed 911 and pressed the phone to my ear and I waited.

It didn't ring. I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at where my bars are supposed to be. Replacing the bars were two words that caused me to curse, 'No Service'.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and sighed in frustration, I slid down the wall and wrapped my arms around my knees.

Resting my forehead against my knees I sighed and decided that I was going to wait it out.

If they don't find me, they might think I died and leave. Maybe then I could escape and survive.

Suddenly, I heard a thump and snapped my head up, listening for anymore sounds.

A scratching sound followed that one and it sounded like someone was scratching something against the wall. The wall connected to the hidden door of this closet. I rocked myself back and forth, trying to convince myself that everything was going to be okay and try to calm myself.

The scratching was getting closer to the door. It was slow and loud and I'm sure whoever was making the sound was trying to frighten me. As the sound reached the door, I held my breath and quietly tried to conceal myself more behind the thick coat.

The sound stopped, but a tapping began on the door, it's as if whoever was making the sound knew someone was in here. I held my breath and covered my mouth to keep from making any sounds. I began to shake from fear. I didn't want to die.

Then the scratching continued, fading away until it could be heard no more.

I let the breath I was holding, go, and wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes.

This was not a normal game of hide and go seek. Heck, this wasn't even a game.

Hide and go seek was meant to be fun. I remember when I used to hide and giggle from excitement at the thought of being found. The thrill and adrenaline that filled me, was now replaced by fear and anxiety.