The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《22》

Haha its my 16th birthday and I'm losing readers :)

-Darcie-

Darkness. That's all I could see. All I could feel.

My eyes opened as I felt myself jolt sideways, hitting my head and front side of my body against a hard surface. I groaned, although it was muffled. Something covered my mouth, restricting my speech.

I couldn't move. Not by will, at least. My muscles were sore, and the only movement which was inflicted upon my body was the occasional bump which rocked me sightly.

I tried pushing myself up so that I could sit and get a sense of my surroundings, but as I raised my head slightly from the surface I was on, another large bump made me whack it against another surface above me. The gap between where I was laying and where my head had hit was incredibly small.

And it was then that I realised...I'm in a car. The trunk of a fucking car.

As I began to slowly gain mobility in my muscles, I began flexing my wrists which were tied with rope, hoping that it'd somehow losen up. Whilst I tried separating my bound ankles as well, the speed of the car began to slow down. The rocking became slower, and the engine was quieter, until everything was suddenly slow and silent.

My rapid breathing could be heard, and then footsteps from outside, after I heard a couple of car doors open and close. I squinted my eyes, preparing to have to adjust to the light from outside, but as the trunk opened slightly, it seemed to be pitch black outside.

Nathan.

He stood over me with the trunk door wide open, with his arms folded. Although he had a bandana over his mouth and nose, I could tell by the glistening of his eyes that he was smiling. Or smirking, rather.

I scowled, muffling several curse words and insults through the tape as I moved around uncomfortably.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Nathan said from underneath his bandana. It was somewhat muffled, yet mostly clear. "I couldn't quite catch that."
I huffed in annoyance at his mocking tone. As I did so, the pressure from my sigh loosened the tape over my mouth, leaving my lips free to move under the sticky strip.

"Now the big question is," he said, removing the bandana from over his mouth, pushing it down and allowing it to rest around his neck. "Can you swim?" He laughed. "No, no. I phrased that incorrectly. I meant, can you not drown when you're tied up like you are, up against water?"

My scowl began to fade into a puzzled expression, and then one of understanding which lead to a look of fear. Nathan chuckled. "Yeah, I killed those kids. Why? Simply put: I was bored." I continued staring, still trying to scratch at the ropes around my wrists which kept them resting on my back.

"But you?" He scoffed, bending down so that I could clearly see his dark eyes glistening. "I guess I've got my reasons."

Whilst he looked behind him, clearly seeing whether the coast was fully clear or not, I began to lick my lips as best as I could against the tape, loosening the adhesive. It worked quickly, and within seconds it was halfway off of my lips.

"See, even before I knew you, that boyfriend of yours caused me a shit load of trouble. I won't go into it, but he's fucked my life over in all sorts of ways... so he deserves what he's got."
The final bit of tape fell from over my mouth.

"He's not my boyfriend." I snarled, making Nathan turn quickly. His face was blank, then a smirk appeared.
"I fucking hate him after what he's done to me." My eyes narrowed as I spat "But I hate you even more."