runaway baby → minizerk

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I turned in my sleep, shortly after hearing a loud bang. The sound set off a nerve and I sat up immediately. Fear striking through my heart. When I saw nothing, I peered over the edge of the bed. A neatly wrapped package laid on its side and it all made sense. I knocked it off the bed which made the noise. Curiosity rose as I picked it up and observed it. When the urge to leave it shut became too much, I ripped it open. Inside was a box tied neatly with a bow, attached was a label.

Dear Simon,
Considering your free, you could guess I'm not happy with that. Although I can't kidnap you again I'd rather see you in pain in front to all of your 'friends'. Now you know you can't tell anyone about me because I know where you are... I'm just simply teasing you.
All the best,
Your Murderer x

My heart pounded against my chest as I pulled at the ribbon ties, I didn't want to open it, but I knew I had to. Squinting my eyes shut, I lifted the lid on the box and opened them slowly. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw something that made me want to scream and cry for help. Both my hands slapped over my mouth as broken sobs spilt from my lips. It was the knife that was held against my throat in the house, slight bit of my blood still on it. He'd given me proof of his crime but if I were to use it to my advantage, I'll be dead. I felt isolated; being covered from all directions. I felt claustrophobic; they were closing in quick without an escape. I felt dizzy; of being going round in circles and it not going to stop. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming towards the door, without time to react, I quickly slid the box involving the knife under the bed making sure the lid was on properly. The door opened. "Simon you're awake!" Josh cheered so enthusiastically it looked fake. "I am." "So you got any mail?" "N-No not recently." I stuttered, wanting to shoot myself right here. "Are you sure? I thought a package was delivered.." I hated lying to him, but my life was on the line. God knows what the psychopath with do to them once I'm dead also. "O-Oh yeah. That one. Umm... It was from my nan." "Simon. Your Nan's dead. She had been for a year." Fuck. "I know someone must have found it and sent it to me on her behalf." "Oh okay." I could tell he was unconvinced but he didn't push me any further he can be suspicious but as long as he knows nothing about 'my murderer' I'm fine. "Do you want anything to eat?" He asked, clearly subject changing. "N-No I'm okay." I laid back down and acted tired hoping he'd leave so I wouldn't have to cry again in front to him. He'd seen me cry far too many times in the last 12 hours.

"Okay then." Josh turned around and left not closing the door behind him which I wish I noticed sooner. I climbed out of bed in desperate need of a better hiding place for the box, unknown of whom was watching me. "Shit, where can I hide it?!" I whisper-shouted "hide what?" Ethan's voice came from the door. "E-Ethan." I started moving backwards away from the bed to draw less attention to where the box currently is. "Simon. What the fuck are you hiding from us?" His words were too strong as they each stabbed my heart one by one. "I can't tell you, Ethan. All of your lives are in danger if I tell you." I mumbled biting my lip to calm myself down "Bullshit. Simon what are you hiding?!" "Nothing! Ethan! Nothing!" "Well lying to my face isn't helping you either!" "Eth-" "We're not sinking to your level, Simon. We are way above you." He spat and left. But before he was gone he hissed at me "fucking runaway baby." Then he was gone. My eyes gazed over to the bathroom where pills sat on the table next to the sink. The bottle just sat there. I walked towards it, my shaky hands picking it up from the table. "Attempt 2," I muttered, popping it open and pouring way too many to my hand. But how cares how many I take? Either way, it will end the same. "Please tell me that this nightmare is over," I whispered raising my hand filled with white pills to my mouth. 3.. 2.. Footsteps. The same ones I heard earlier which came from Josh. "Shit." I shoved them back in hurriedly and closed the lid slamming back down to where they were before my in counter with them and ran back into my room jumping on the bed and sobbing. I felt a pair of arms pull me towards them. I opened my eyes to look at Josh in the face before looking down at his chest. I missed him so so so much but he's going off me and I can't call him my boyfriend if I'm forced to lie to his face. He doesn't deserve anything like that. I felt his soft fingertips lift my chin and strongly gaze into my blue eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. I love you. We all love you." I was completely unconvinced by his words. Times like this should be comforting and loving, but I just felt guilt and pain. All I wanted was Josh back. My Josh back. I wanted my boyfriend back.