The Band Next Door (COMPLETED) [UNDER EDITING]

14; Let me finish digging your grave

Dedicated to pretty_bri1993 because she asked me to update and actually got me writing this thing. Thanks for reading!

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AMANDA'S POV

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I ran until I couldn't breathe, then ran some more. It was only when I tripped, that I stopped. I reached to grab my ankle as it twisted over a stray root sticking up. I laid there, exhausted, and just started at the sky. I was breathing hard, my ankle was screaming in pain, and I was alone and lost. To add insult to injury, it had started to snow again, this time harder. Or heavier or whatever you call it.

I laid there for hours, trying to fight off the cold and snow. Should I go back? No. I couldn't. I just got out, I couldn't go back. I slowly got up and painstakingly limped my way up a hill. I walked until I couldn't take it anymore and the full moon just barely peeking up from the tree tops.

I leaned against the side of a tree and slid down. My head dropped to my lap and I let out a choked sob, droning in self pity. Why me? Why does the world hate me so much! I wanted to yell it out, scream, anything to try and make me feel better. I knew crying wasn't going to help but honestly, who cares?

A sharp crack broke my from my pity party. I looked around wildly, eyes puffy and red from tears. Another snap came from my left and I saw a beam of light flicker through the trees maybe a hundred feet away.

"Who's there?" I called out.

Yeah, because of someone's there, they're not going to say, ' I'm right here! Just let me finish digging your grave before I kill you!' My mind ridiculed me. I rolled my eyes at myself, but cowered back when another branch broke. The lights got closer and I tried to get up and away, but failing miserably. A hiss escaped my teeth as I gripped my ankle more harshly. I froze when a voice rang out.

"You don't need to know that," It called, echoing all around me. I looked around again for the voice or light, but only saw darkness.

"What do you want?" My voice wavered. What if I don't want to know?

"You don't need to know that either, sweetheart." My nose wrinkled in disgust when he called me that.

"Then why are you here?" I braved one more sentence.

I felt something cold touch my neck. "Because you're here." His voice was right next to my ear, his breath on the side of my neck. I swallowed hard.

"Why?"

"I don't have time for your stupidity. Get up." He gritted out.

"What do you want with me?" I screamed as he pulled me up by my hair and forced me to walk. I hobbled as he pushed me, knife still at my throat.

Tears were streaming down my face again as we walked. An hour in the walk and my legs gave out, bringing us both to the ground. He spat out a curse at me and yanked me forward. It was still dark when we stopped at the edge of the tree line and the road. A black Volkswagen pulled up and the back door opened. The guy behind me put a cloth to my mouth and I stopped breathing, realizing what he was trying to do. He waited until I would fall unconscious, but it didn't happen as soon as he would have liked.

He realized what I was doing and started hitting me, trying to get me to breathe in the chloroform. He punched me, pinched me, kicked me, but I wouldn't breathe. Finally he shoved me into the side of the car and I gasped as my ankle snapped and my head cracked against the metal frame. I inhaled the chloroform from the handkerchief and spun into darkness.