Everywhere I Go *Editing*

Chapter 13

I woke up to a song playing on a radio in a small, closed in room.

Wake up
Grab beer
Grab rear
Shave beard
Put on some scene gear
Gotta get drunk before my mom wakes up
Break up with my girlfriend so I can bang sluts

Everywhere I go by Hollywood Undead. How did this person know it was one of my favorite songs? I get up but I can't feel my legs. I move my head to the edge of the bed. I see a syringe laying on the ground, barely peeking out from under the bed through the skirt. Was I drugged? Is that why I feel so weird? Eh, I'm probably just being paranoid. I begin to feel a cramp in my neck. I move my neck back carefully. I sat up, beating the dizziness. I look around. I see a noose on a ceiling fan and I notice that there is blood on the ground. I look at my bed and see that there are straps where my arms were. I guess they weren't fastened. 

After the highness died down hours later, I gained the strength to get my ass up and out of the bed. I go to the door handle and try to turn it. Before I sit back down on the bed and quit believing in myself, a tall figure comes in. He is wearing Da Kurlzz's mask. I don't know if I should believe that it is really Matt. He comes to sit down next to me in a foldable chair. He holds out his hand with a small box. It looked like a ring box. He hands it to me.

"Have fun with it. You have until next Monday at 5:27 A.M." He says. He definitely did not sound like Matt. As soon as he leaves, I open up the box. There is cotton everywhere on the top. I begin to take off the cotton so delicately, then I prick my finger on something. I look into the box while holding my finger in my mouth. A blade. I pick more gently at the cotton to find the 6 blades I had that I flushed down the toilet. They all still had the sharpie writing I had put on them for all the reasons I had self harmed. I shake the box to see if there is anything left. Something is still in the box. 

After investigating the box for a few minutes, I give up. All there is is a white material at the bottom. I take a look at it and realize there is a hole that had been sewed. I carefully take a blade and cut it out. I find a bullet. What does a bullet have to do with this? I never attempted suicide or homicide with a gun. Next to it is the only blade I didn't flush. I hid that so well, how did they find it? Maybe it was a duplicate.  I take a closer look at it. The blood mark. The smudge from the sharpie. This was the same blade.

I hid that blade under a stretched out thing of carpet, under the carpet, and had fake wood all over it. How did they find it? More importantly, why was he in my house? Who was in my house? I pick up the 7 blades and bullet and place them gently into the box.

As soon as I put the stuff in that ring box, the lights dimmed. One of those deep, scary, creepy, flashy videos all over Facebook came on. I have always loved all those videos, I don't even know why. They are just so interesting. The video ended with a guy falling off a bridge, then a gunshot. The whole room lit up again, and someone came into the room. Without a mask this time.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"No times for questions. You've got to come outside," the guy said. He led me through at least a million hallways until we reached a door. He opened it and there was a path. A path leading to what looked like an abandoned insane asylum.

"Run." I looked at him confused.

"Run," he said more sternly. I still stood there.

"I said run god dammit!" He scared me this time. I don't know where I would run to. I listen to him anyway. I run into the other building with the blades in my pocket. It is so dark in here. I can't see anything. There is just one little window, covered with bars. Like a jail cell. What did I do? I sit down on a bench. There is a ripped up stuffed cat. It doesn't look to promising, but I pick it up. I feel something going up my arm and drop the cat. There is a centipede on my shoulder. I am about to hit it off when a man appears next to me. I jump in fear as he reaches into his pocket. He is feeling around in his jacket.

"Surprise!" He yells as he starts to pull his hand out of his pocket.