It Was a Cold Winter Night

Morning?

   My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around at my surroundings. A lamp made the room brightly lit and my whole body was shaking. I pushed my hair back and felt a dampness to it. Fuck, now I remember. I looked down to see a large stain of blood on my palm. The more I zoned in the more I heard pounding, coming from other than my head. The door was blocked by a night stand which made me even more confused.

   I felt a slight air like feeling to my head; I must've fainted. I continued to sit and try to remember. The door let out a cracking feeling and I remembered. I was hit in the head with a shiny pan by Em's grandma. Well, seeing as she's old and stuff. I must've gotten up quickly and run to the closest room. Then in which I fainted, after I pushed something in front of the door.

   Ding

   My phone is ringing.

   "Hey where are you? We're outside."

   "Call the police."

   "What?"

   "Call the fucking police!"

    They hung up. Which I'm gonna assume that someone is calling the police or my shit phone lost service again. The pounding got louder and louder. Until finally, a hole was made. Through it there was a sinister smile and the shine of a knife. Even more shivers went down my spine adding on to the uncontrollable shaking of my body. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Okay, I'm strong physically when I need to be so that helps. I don't thing that helps when the person has a fucking knife in their hands and the sight of your blood dripping down your forehead.

   Every second the hole got bigger and bigger. I was stuck sitting there hopeless with empty furniture around me. As I stand with wobbly legs and no will to run I just stood there like a dumb fuck. As I glanced up from my stance there was a person standing in front of me.

   "Well well well."

   "That's pretty cliché of you to say."

   They inched closer as if I didn't say anything. The knife pressed against my right cheek, and Em's hot breath was blowing into my whole face. Two fingers danced their way up my belly to my heart. I was silent besides the heavy breathing coming from both of us. My heartbeat seemed to beat faster and faster by the second, and I couldn't move for all I wanted to. The two fingers turned into a whole palm placed on my chest. They quickly moved the knife downward from the cheek and made a gash across it.

   I gasped and both of my hands flung to my cheek.

   "Your heart stopped for quite awhile there."

   I stayed silent in my shocked state.

   "I don't know why you're freaking out."

   They smoothly put the knife on the sheet-less bed.

   "You even think no one would care if you were gone."

   I stayed looking down, what could I even say at this point. We both know what I'm thinking. I still didn't hear the faint sound of a siren, so what was there to lose. I stood straight up again, and Em was stepping closer and closer. I backed up as much as I could until I hit a wall. I looked to the side preparing for anything. Their hot breath pressed against my cheek and they placed a small kiss on it. A small scoff came out of their mouth.

   "Want to know a secret? I don't know how long I'm going to keep you alive."