Scare

One

"What do you mean you know!?" I exclaimed banging my fists on the window.

"Let me out!" I demanded tears forming in my eyes almost blurring my vision.

Then I remembered my phone in my dress pocket, I immediately dipped my hand in my pocket and froze as all I felt was spare change.. no phone.

I looked up, the man still had his eyes chained to mine.

I swung off my seatbelt and leaned forward beginning to attack the man.

I clawed my hands at his face dragging my sharp nails across his cheeks.

THe grabbed my arm and swung a needle into my veins injecting me with some sort of substance.

He car whooshed, my eyesight faded as I weakly slapped his chair feeling my veins pumping, blood dribbled out my mouth then everything transformed to darkness...

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I awoke feeling a shot of pain in my wrist, there was a little hole surrounded by dried blood on my wrist, I ran my fingers down my mouth stopping at my chin then examining my fingers. Cold blood drizzled down my finger.

I looked out of the window, the car was parked in some sort of garage, I tugged at the door handle but it didn't budge.

The man had gone, he wasn't in his seat. I looked around, it was empty, was he just going to leave me in here?

Suddenly I heard footsteps, they got louder, the car door swung open, it was the man.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the car dragging me by my hair into his house.

He pulled me downstairs into some sort of basement, I fought him but I was too weak from the injection.

He threw me into a dark room slamming the door after him. I ran my hands across the walls searching for a light switch in the darkness when I felt something cold on my hands.

I ran my fingers across it trying to figure out what it was. The light in the room flickered on, it was a weak light which struggled to light the room.

My eyes bulged open my mouth agape as i let out a loud scream. My hands were pressed against a dead body, the face cold and wet, the eyes turned up, the dry skin and blue lips. A sharp pole hung out the walls which the persons forehead was pushed onto as they dangled from the pole.

I stepped back slowly still trying to figure out what happened tonight. I felt sick in my mouth but I swallowed it quivering when I noticed something.

Pictures were stuck on the wall hundreds of them! Pictures of me. A shiver ran down my spine, I walked over to one photo and ripped it off the wall. On the back it read 'Scarlett's first birthday'

How did he get hold if these photos! I ran my eyes across the wall ripping them off one by one reading the back.

'Scarlett's second birthday'

'Scarlett's third birthday'

'Fourth'

'Fith'

'Sixth'

'Seventh'

A picture hung on the wall, I tore it off and stared at it. A picture of when I was a baby, I sat in the bath tub, bubbles on my chin and my hair spiked up like an icecream.

I turned it over and read 'Scarlett in the bathtub age 3'

There were seventeen of the photos of me in the bath, each age up to seventeen, I felt sick.

When suddenly one picture caught my attention, a photo of me and my family on the sofa, in the background a dark figure stood there.

I crouched into a ball into the corner of the room tucking my head into my knees tears falling uncontrollably.

Suddenly the door slammed open and in came the same man who were driving the taxi. He wore a long white apron which hung off his neck, blood ran down the apron.

He walked past me and over to the naked body hanging off the wall. He ran his eyes down the body and back up to her face.

He brought his face closer to the woman, his breath sinking into her skin as he pressed his lips against hers.

After that he began pacing the room running his hands over his bald head. He then let out a scream from the top of his lungs. His veins growing larger on the side of his head.

I covered my face with my knees as I watched him bang his fists against the wall. He then threw himself onto the floor and began crying. It wasn't soft crying, it were screeches and squeals.

"I loved her" He whispered.

"But she crossed the line, she tried to escape my own wife tried to escape this basement, and I weren't too happy with her so I-"

"Listen you creep! I'm not here to listen to your screwed up love life, just let me go home!" I shrieked shooting to my feet, anger burned inside me.

The man rose to his feet, he walked slowly over to me his eyes glued to mine. I shivered feeling his presence close to mine.

I could feel his warm breath against my skin by now, his dry lips rubbed together.

Suddenly his hands wrapped around my neck, he squeezed my throat shaking me back and fourth.

I choked, my throat drying up as my oxygen lacked I felt myself turn dizzy.

Then his hands released from my neck as he stormed out the room screaming. I fell to the floor breathing heavily.

Someone save me.

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A/N

I know this chapter was terrible and unrealistic but better chapters coming up I promise!

Thanks for reading

Katie x