I sat up in bed and remembered-One Direction is coming to visit me today.
I looked over at my bedside table and saw.... my laptop.
The message.
It all came back to me.
I decided not to check for messages right now. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth and did my makeup and such. Then I picked out an outfit that I thought was nice and stylish.
I headed out the door and into the elevator. A man was standing in it but I ignored him other than saying hello.
I pressed the button in the elevator to go to the food court and waited awkwardly.
The man looked slightly familiar... an infamous sort of familiar. I ignored it though. Suddenly, the elevator made a rumbling noise and the lights dimmed.
Shit.
I was trapped.
In the elevator.
With a strange man.
This could get interesting.
"Gah, were stuck!" I mumbled to him.
"Perfect." He said taking a step closer to me.
I backed up. "Um... who are you?" I asked nervously.
Suddenly, he grabbed me and got me in a one arm headlock. He stuck a knife to my throat.
"Its to bad your suicide attemp failed. Because if you succeeded, I would be a very happy man." He said.
I stopped breathing. Was this...
"Are you hungry leprechaun?" I asked as carefully as I could.
He pressed the knife closer to my neck. "I don't the dirty work except for the killing. Listen prick, next time you commit suicide, do it right."
I couldn't breathe. He pressed the knife into my neck. Beads of blood popped out.
"You tell no one about our little chit chat here okay? You tell them, anyone, I'll kill you. And your 5 little boyfriends." He smirked. He was talking about One Direction.
"I..." I didn't know what to say.
He pulled the knife away from my neck and traced bloody circles on my hands with it.
"Do you understand me whore?" He asked.
I stuttered. "Ye- yes..." My breaths turned rapid.
He smiled. "Good girl. Remember, no tattle tailing! Little twat..." He muttered as he reached up and opened the emergency hatch exit. He hauled himself up and looked down at me from above.
"Remember prick, I'm always watching." He said, and with that, he closed the safety hatch and disappeared.
The elevator doors opened. I ran out and into the bathroom. I quickly washed off the blood and wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck to cover the cut. I walked out of the bathroom and sat at a table in the foodcourt. I had lost my appetite.
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omg whaaa? this chapter is scary! :( but don't worry ill explain everything throughout the story.

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