They're real

Loud mouth

I wake up gasping for air... what just happened to me? But right now I focus on the bigger problem... where am I? I look at my surroundings and sum up where I am... a ware house.
I look down, I'm in a frickin chair. Tied up..... Wow.
"JEEEEEEFF!!!" I scream bloodily.
I know what your thinking, why are you calling for a murderer? Because I've Gone frickin insane.
I have nothing left to lose, now that my family is gone.
"COME HERE YOU SKINNY ASS MOTHER FUCKER!" I scream louder then ever and my voice is sore.
"You shouldn't say that stuff to me," he comes out of the shadows with his kitchen knife.
"WATCHA GONNA DO TO ME, HUH?"
"Well.... I do need that information."
I forgot about that...
"Yeah...," I begin nervous," I know exactly how to defeat you, remember? I know all your deep little secrets."
" something tells me you don't know anything..... Yet."
I blush and then smirk as I whisper," oh really? Cause I remember someone named Jeff had a really bad habit of never frickin showering. HAHA" I laugh out loud as he burns with anger.
He screams as he charged at me. But he drops the knife, and wraps his hands around my neck. The chair falls back with the force he brings. I can feel his warm breath in my face as he smiles wickedly.
I try to bring my hands up to stop him, but I'm tied to the chair.
He is strangling me.
I make struggled gurgles and sounds as he keeps smiling and licking his scars.
So this is how I die?
This is painful.... I kinda hoped I would have died with old age. Bummer.
As I feel my face go weak with blood and I know my life had ended, he lets go.
I breathe in deeply for air. I don't even say anything, I needed oxygen in my lungs.
"So you do know some things." He says while pulling back his black hair also breathing heavily.
I want to say something, but I need the air in my lungs. badly.
he comes towards me again, and I panic. but he is only pulling up the chair straight again. As I sit up I realize how strong he is... he could have snapped my neck in half if he wanted to.
"You know..." he says licking his lips... well... whatever was left of his lips," I could just kill you."
he smirks evilly at me.
there is no point in giving him the satisfaction of me being scared.
I straighten up and smile.
" go to Fucking hell." I say like a princess and bat my eyelashes," and while you're at it, go fuck yourself."
I expected some surprised look on his face... nothing. he just grinned.
He turned around and was leaving me. what?
While he was walking and then stopped about 5 feet away from the door.
He turns his head slightly and says,"oh... and look up."
I'm scared to look up, but I did what he said.
The first thing I see is the sparkle of the chainsaw about 8 feet above me.
I immediately look back at him terrified.
" YOUR INSANE!" I scream at him trying to escape the chair.
"That's what I love to hear." he says.
I look back up as the chainsaw starts up.
"PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"
he walks back slowly while the chainsaw also lowers.
I swear in my head.
" Oh I think you do."
" But you said yourself! you thought I didn't have it YET!"
" Yes, but I need it now. not later." he grins," Just tell me one important thing and I'll leave you here alive til' I get back tomorrow...for more answers. It is that simple."
ok ok ok ok... I try to calm myself down.
think about what happened. look into the background. Something, Mel, anything.
I look up to see the chainsaw spinning viciously and only 4 feet above.
I remember when the boys were coming.... and I glanced at a house.
through the window I saw a teenager recording something. recording me.
But I didn't see it directly, it was just in my peripheral vision.
She was trying to record the fight, maybe make it big on youtube.
I look at the mailbox, purple? weird.
I snap back into reality.
" WAIT! TH-THERE WAS A GIRL. SHE WAS RECORDING THE FIGHT, AT THE HOUSE WITH THE PURPLE MAILBOX!" I scream at him.
The chainsaw stop 2 feet away, but keeps spinning.
He comes close... "was she recording when I killed everyone?"
" I- I don't know yet." I stumble.
He grabs my jaw and comes super close. Staring at my eyes.
He is forcing me to look into his eyes. But it is too gory, I try to look away, but he is too strong. I close my eyes as a next attempt.
"Shhh, I'm not going to do anything... I just want to see your face." he whispers to me.
I open my eyes slowly as I stare at him face. He really is a nightmare.
he still has his hand holding my jaw tightly.
" You really are pretty... But I know what would make you prettier." he says.
" OH HELL NO!!!" I scream at him, moving the chair furiously," NO NO NO!! IF YOU TOUCH ME ONE MORE TIME OR EVEN WITH THAT KNIFE I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING BALLS SO HARD YOU'LL BLAST TO THE CEILING!!"
He lets go of my jaw quickly after I screamed at him.
" YEAH YOU BETTER BACK OFF!"
I keep persisting and moving the chair, and I feel one of my hands break free, I'm surprised, but don't show it.
" Would you like me to turn off the saw?" he asks almost too nicely.
" WHAT DO YOU THINK WISE ASS!"
He takes that as a yes, and turns it off with a button in his hoody pocket.
" Well you sure are a loud mouth."
I don't react well to his comment," I'M A LOUD MOUTH!?!? I AM PRETTY FRICKIN SURE YOU WOULD BE TOO IF AN INSANE KILLER WAS TRYING TO KILL ME WITH A MOTHER FUCKING CHAINSAW!!"
he rolls his eyes( which is the creepiest thing I have ever seen) and says," Keep moving and I will cut your throat."
I stop moving, but I will definitely not stay this way.
I am pissed.
"Good," he says," Well... I guess I will see you tomorrow."
" Goodbye Joker" I snap.
" Goodbye Melony,"
what the frick? how did he know my name?
Before I could ask him this, he left the room. I spit in anger.
"AAARGH!" I shout.
I wiggle the chiar again which made me remember my arm.
I move it up and whisper yes.
I quickly unbuckle my other hand and my feet.
Now I have to get out of here.
but first I want to do something.
I find a paper and a permanent marker... this will have to do.
I start to write:
You should really start to take showers...but before you do that, it would be great if you would just burn in hell. can't wait till I get a post card from down there.
I leave the note on the chair, and run out.