My breathing quickened as my legs grew weak and my running slowed. "You cant hide from me, bitch!" He called out. My killer. The teenage boy who has been after me for hours. I gripped my stomach tightly as the bleeding slowed and my vision very slowly went blurry. I kept running when i felt something. Like someone grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I heard screaming and all I could do was listen to it.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I rose, covering my eyes with one hand, smacking the person who was shaking me, straight on their left cheek. I heard a deep voice call out in pain and then a thud. "Ugh! You've got some strength there, young lady." It said chuckling while getting up. I uncovered my eyes and looked around squinting. "Where the fuck am i?" I growled. My breathing quickened when i saw who the person was. It was a teenage boy from one of my dreams... Christian. Christian Maroon. He was my killer.. My killer from my purge dream.
I screamed and got up then running away. I just realized i was just in my bra and underwear. I screamed once again when i felt large hands gripping my hips turning me around. "P-please dont hurt me.." I chocked out looking away from Christian.
"Dont worry princess. I wont." He smirked then everything went white.
3 weeks later
I woke up in a room with light pink walls and a super light blue floor. I looked down at what i was wearing.. Just a simple hospital dress. Wait, hospital dress?! I pushed the covers off then laughed, "not a hospital dress. Just a bedtime gown." I mumbled to myself.
I started to walk around the room then walking up to the door fiddling with the nob.
Locked.
Why is it locked?
Locked.
The only thing going through my mind.
Its locked.
