Gone

"The blood started dripping from the tub to the floor" 11

I took a deep breath. Dream, it was only a dream. I wiped the sweat off my brows and tried to cuddle into Niall who wasn't there. I opened my eyes and looked everywhere. We were still in the van, but he was gone. I knew he'd be left, but I didn't know when. After that all I thought about was him. Through the front window I saw it was finally day, so that meant Niall would have an easier time finding help. I felt glad he was out of hell. Liam was still here, along with Louis. 

I looked at my arm, and saw deep nail marks. Instinctly I thought about the nightmare, but I knew it wasn't. Maybe it was Niall trying to wake me up. 

I took Niall's leaving pretty well. He was gone, safe. Even if he got lost in the woods (if there were even any around) he was safe.

"Niall's gone, too?" I nodded. "You okay?" Liam finally spoke for the first time.

"Yes, you?" He shrugged, and I kind of agreed. 

That was all we said or did for 2 days. 

We stayed in the van for a week, at least. I hoped maybe Niall was getting us help. My boyfriend. That's cute. I never had a boyfriend, a real one at least. I had a boyfriend in 5th grade where he got his friends to ask me personal questions like, "Have you gotten a bra yet? Are you wearing it?" And at the time, the answer was yes - to both.

"Hugo said he made a deal with police and all them. He's supposed to call soon."

"Uhmph." The other man said. It was a different guy from the nice one who didn't want to hurt anyone. In master list, I counted at least 10 different men holding us captive. 

"Ah, here it is! Pull over. Got some easedroppers back there. Punks!" he yelled hitting the back of his seat. I smirked, looking at the other boys who were trying to listen to. I heard nothing.

"Listen, Andrea -" Louis looked at Liam, and smiled. Louis finished,"can you do us a favor? All the lads?" I nodded, curious. "Can you take care of Niall? He hasn't really had a nice girl, and you seem nice, you seem to treat him nice, and he really likes you, and I can tell he found his princess, so please don't break his-"

"I won't," I promised, not letting him finish his sentence. "I really like him. He's sweet. Nice, funny, caring, all that ooey gooey stuff." I giggled. 

"Tomorrow, Hugo says." The man interupted our conversation, and slammed his door. "Deep in the woods, chloroform," he said, also doing hand interperetations. I couldn't see either of the men. I peeked outside, and saw trees -lots of them. It was like we were in the forest. It was just getting dark, so I decided to get my sleeping pattern back on track. Slumber took over my body.

I sung lightly to myself, while I padded through the wooden hallway. Where was I? My shirt was striped blue and white, while I had a long skirt. It was a weird outfit for my taste. "May I come in?" someone called from outside. 

"Yes!" I opened the door and watched hundreds of Niall's pour into my house. I was astonished. "Welcome, welcome," I murmured, uncontrolling my words. My body followed head Niall. Suddenly they beared sharp knives. 

"I don't like you," cue deep throaty laugh, doubling over in laughter, "I've never liked you! I never would!" They each stuck a knife into me, pulling it out at the same time. As if they were each programmed. "You're ugly," stab," you're fat," stab, stab, "even moreso, you're WORTHLESS!" Stab, stab, and stab. They laughed, their laugh echoeing my mind's silence. 

They stabbed a last time, I was still alive. They were angered. I fell to the ground, my arm pinned to my chest, the other pinned with a knife to the floor. My lungs gasped what air they could possibly hold with jagged holes in them, ruining their state of being. Nialls dove down at me, and began eating my body, tearing it to shreds. His mouth full of pointy teeth began coming toward me slowly, slowly ....

I took a deep breath. A second nightmare. How odd. Usually I never have nightmares. Never.