A murder in the mountains

Not worth the pain

The school talent show is tomorrow.

Still no song.

Still no guitarist.

STILL no Drake.

And still no inspiration.

Drake left three days ago. I think. The past days have been a blur of Beth and the boys trying to get me to eat, move or make any action except blinking and breathing.

England is the best place to grieve because it ALWAYS rains, therefore it almost always matches your mood. I have sat by my window for the past three days, just sitting here waiting for news on Drake. I know it's only been a couple days but he left me. He chose to leave me.

"If I don't go people will die!" He said. He told me he will comeback to me bounding down the halls till he finds me. But that's not going to happen. Beth's attempts at telling me he isn't dead don't do me any good because he is as good as dead.

Water dripping down the glass panel, like the tears that fell down my now dry cheeks.

My eyes are as dry as the Sahara desert and as lifeless as the North Pole. And I'm not some little kid who believe Santa lives in the North Pole with his elves and reindeer. I'm an adult who knows that the North Pole reaches temperatures well below 0°c and well below possible living temperatures.

A faint knocking on my door is the only other sound I have heard today, besides rain and breathing. Most people would say they can hear their heart beat. But my heart is beating to faintly to hear.

The faint knocking is growing louder.

'Gawd what is going on out there!'

It sounds like a battle ground. I swear I hear glass shattering.

"ZAR GET OUR OF HERE!!" I hear a frantic Beth shout through the door.

I'm gonna say opening the door is a bad idea, but I'm dumb so guess what I'm gonna open it.

the door opens to reveal...

Beth

Jamie

Matt

Autumn

DEAD!

Well more or less dead. They're lying on the floor, lifeless. Beth is sprawled across Jamie's torso and Matt and Autumn are lying across from each other holding hands. No blood, no signs of struggle except a broken vase, no bruising yet on anyone's body. The only thing out of place in this room is the fact that there is four lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground. Matt is the closest to me so I walk up to him, squat down, and check his wrist for a pulse. Nothing. I'm about to pull my hand away when I the faint pulse of a heart beat is felt through Matts body. I check the others body with glee, they're all alive.

I press the help Button on Beth's night stand and sit to wait for a nurse. But no nurse comes, I've been sitting on the bed for half an hour and finally I can hear foot steps. The foot steps are getting louder and louder. A knock sounds, it's a heavy knock. Not petite, it's heavy and loose. Kinda like a head is being bashed on the door.

"Come in" now that is a mistake. I tall man steps in. With a baseball bat. He is the same man from my dreams. Same face, same stance, same scars. And those same exact lifeless eyes.

"Come on doll face" he says in some grumpy, piercing sickly nauseating voice.

I whimper back to the window where I know I can jump from, but I don't want to leave me friends. They're all defenceless. Unconscious and on the verge of dying.

Stuff it I'm just gonna have to kick this guys ass. And there is only one way I can think of in my panicked mind right now.

Literally kick his ass. I confidently walk up to him to take the bat. Bad idea. He hits the back of my head and bye bye I'm unconscious and ready to be shipped where ever I'm 'needed'. Great I'm defenceless. Just perfect.

In class we have these hard wooden chairs that have splintered at the edges and worn away on the legs. This makes them hard, wobbly, uncomfortable and painful. It feels like I'm sitting in one now. But I have chains around my hands and ankles, a rope is wrapped around my thighs going around the seat of the chair. A cold sharp sensation is on my neck. FFS THERE'S A SHARP WIRE ACROSS MY NECK ABOUT TO SLICE INTO MY SKIN!!.

"The little monsters awake" a squeaky voice bounces through the stone room. It's like a prison cell in here, except prison cells are bigger and more sanitary. A two by two stone room with one door no windows, and no way for fresh air to get in except for a rusted old vent that I'm assuming is blocked due to the staleness of the air.
The voice spoke again. "Should we tell her first or... you know... torture her?" The voice reminds me of Harley Quin.  Another voice replies, this voice is deeper, more sharp but like shrapnel, as if they owner has been deprived of sleep for days.
"Torture, then when she resists we tell her bout her friends, then she'll let go of sanity"
I don't like this, I don't like this one bit.
"Hey sweet cheeks, so what we're gonna do is stab this needle into you over and over again, okay" says the rusty voice. A man steps into the room, his silhouette is thinner than an average bad man. I couldn't tell what he looked like because of the lack of light in the room.
"Oh but don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you, I'm just gonna hurt you really really bad" (AN: I do not own this line it belongs to the creators of the movie suicide squad) " how rude of me, blondie LIGHTS!" He yells lights and then a blindingly bright yellow light engulfs the room.
I look up to see a man with bleach white hair and pale skin. But that isn't the biggest shocker. His face is covered in scars. Scars coming from each side of his mouth creating an outline of a massive clown smile. Lines also lead down from the outer edge of each of his eyes. Burn marks go down from his eyes like tears. He looks like a sad clown but with a permanent smile. Blood drained down to my feet. This man, what happened to him?!
"Now you can either help us or feel more pain than you think imaginable" he says.
"Is it really worth the pain?"