Along Came a Murderer

Destroy the Body

He didn't seem as scared as he did when he was in the bathroom. Not even a little bit. I stood up to unlock the door, but I felt a tug on my shirt, before falling backwards. "Take the pills, Alice!!!" I shoved him off of me and stood up. "What's your problem, man?!"

Before I could stand back up, he tried to shove the pills into my mouth. I spit them out and crushed them on the floor. "I'm not taking your stupid pills! Now back off, or I'll hurt you!"

He smiled. "If you try to hurt me, they'll give you a terrible punishment." I clenched my fists. "Does it look like I care?! I get tortured almost every damn day!"

I raised my fist to punch him, but he started screaming. "Shut up! No one can hear you!"

I took a hard swing at him, and he fell to the floor. He looked up at me, with blood dripping out of his nose. He covered his nose with his hands. "You just broke my nose!"

"Your nose isn't the only thing I'll break!" I was about to beat the crap out of him, when the door got kicked open. I turned around and there he was. It was the same guy. He shoved me against the wall and pinned me. "You think you're tougher than me, don't you?! Well you know what? We'll just see about that."

"Look, man. Back off. I don't want to-"

He punched me the hardest he's ever punched. I fell to the floor and felt like I was going to black out. I started seeing stars. My head couldn't take this anymore. I got on my hands and knees, until he kicked me straight in the face. I was now unconscious. I'm not sure what they did to me, but it probably wasn't good.
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I'm not sure how long I was out. But when I woke up, and it felt like every bone in my body was broken. I couldn't stand up, my body wouldn't let me. So I just laid there, in my own puddle of blood, with all of my broken bones.

I kept blacking out and waking up. My memory was slowly fading away. I could hardly remember the easiest things. My breathing would stop from time-to-time, until I remembered to breathe.

No one will end up finding me. I'm going to die in this cleaning closet. I'm pretty sure the guards think I've escaped again. I don't even have the energy to yell for help. I'm a mess.

Thankfully, someone noticed the blood coming out from under the door. They opened it up, to see me laying there. Who ever found me called 911 and checked to see if I was okay. I was barely alive. They came in and quickly put me in an ambulance and took me to a real hospital.