The Final Scenes

The Final Scenes Chapter Six

Chapter six

I felt dizzy, I felt faint, I felt sick. I just wanted to crawl on the floor and cry, I would've said die but after seeing this I would never be able to take that phrase lightly ever again. I don't care if this is some sort of hallucination or trick because it sure as hell felt real to me.

A shocked gasp caused me to look at Jamie, his face was full of fear and shock and now, so was mine. Across Jamie's throat was a long slit but no blood was pouring out, it looked disgusting, grotesque, sick. Jamie's face was bruised and battered just like the man who had just died, he seemed to have aged years in the time we had been in this godforsaken house. I warily put my hand to my neck and felt the wound there. I hurriedly opened my bag, suddenly remembering I had it with me, I pulled out my mirror and inspected my face. I had bruises covering half of my face and my right eye was swollen, I gazed at my hands and saw that three of my fingers were missing nails on my left hand... I had all these injuries yet I felt no physical pain it was like someone had just put make up on me to make it look like I was injured.

I grabbed my mobile and quickly dialled my mum's number. After about ten seconds of waiting I heard a voice say, “The number you have called is currently unavailable please...”

I ended the call and started to panic but then remembered that she broke her phone and used one of her colleagues so I went to my call list and tried that number. After a few seconds of waiting the same thing happened again only this time it said, “The number you have called does not exist...”.

I ended the called again and clenched my mobile in my hand, glaring at it.

“For god's sake!”

“What's wrong Ryssa?”

“Nobody's answering their bloody phone. I'm just gonna call the police.”

“Wait don't.” Jamie protested.

“Why not?” I questioned.

“What are you going to say to them? I'm locked in a house and have seen two people die and that they're bodies mysteriously evaporated into thin air not even ten seconds later?”

“You're right. But I can make something up.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I could say that some kids have locked us in the house and are now terrorizing us?”

“I don't know Ryssa, what about when they turn up and there are no kids or evidence of us being 'terrorized'?”

“We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

He looked like he wanted to say more but decided against it when he saw that I wouldn't back down on this.

I dialled 999 and waited expectantly.

“The number you have called does not exist, please...”

My heart dropped into my stomach when I heard those words.

“What the fuck! How can 999 not fucking exist! Stupid piece of shit!” I shrieked in rage.

I stopped screaming and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I looked at Jamie and said to him, “Apparently 999 doesn't exist. Do you have a phone with you?”

He shook his head, “I left it in the car.”

“Oh.” I said losing my anger

My eyes wandered back to where the man's body was but it was no longer there. My eyes lingered on the spot and I felt as if I could feel exactly what those people went through but knew that to truly understand it I had to experience it, something that I pray will never happen to me or anyone else.

Feeling overwhelmed with so many different emotions, I told Jamie that I was going to the bathroom and bolted from the room, I ran to the first door I saw and was relieved I was in the the the right room. The bathroom. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, slowly sinking to the ground, tears spilled out of my eyes and my hands bunched into fists, my long nails digging into my skin.

I screamed.

I screamed for everyone. I screamed for my mother, I screamed for the woman who died downstairs, I screamed for the man who died in the room next to me, I screamed for all the people the man had murdered in cold blood all for his own pleasure.

I screamed for Jamie. And I screamed for myself.

I remembered someone telling me that life was cruel but you just had to move on and get on with your life, but this wasn't cruel, no it was much, much worse than that, I couldn't even find the words to describe it. And there was no way I would ever be able to move on, no, this day would stay with me until the day I died.