Marilyn High ✅

Chapter 13

Grace's POV

I woke up in a dark room. I could hear the storm outside. I tried to get up but fell and pain lurked in my ankles. I touched them and I felt sticky wetness. Probably blood. Whoever did this, was a sicko, and I was determined to not let my life get away from me. I tried the best I could to drag myself. God, knows how long it was when I reached a door. Of course, it was locked. Thunder strikes and it made me jump. There were no windows either. I felt my anxiety pick up. I put my back to the door and started to full on cry. I had nothing. I would become another person on the news gone missing. My mind raced with questions unanswerable. How long have I been in here? How was I kidnapped? What'll happen to me? Am I dead to most people now? When will he be back? It was all happening too fast. I didn't want to do this. I heard faint footsteps coming to the trapped room I was a part of. I let out a small squeal and let the tears fall even more. Maybe, hopefully, I had some type of chance. God wouldn't do this to me. Would he? At this point, I wish I would've gone to church more. 

I scooted away from the door and awaited my death. Nothing happened though. I waited and waited, yet no one came. The footsteps were gone too. I took a few deep breaths and decided to search the room. There had to be something in here I could use to get the door unlocked. I searched for hours and found nothing. I let out a scream of frustration and slammed my hand down on the floor. Why me? I ran my hand through my hair and felt my black hair clip that kept my hair out of my face. Excitement rushed through my body. I could use the hair clip to unlock the door. If there was on this side of the room. I made my way back to the door and reached up. It took some time trying to figure out how to get this crazy bazaar idea to work, but I got it. The door creaked open and I was making my way down this creepy place. It was just a long hallway with a few flickering lights. There was nothing in the hallway either. No doors and no paintings on the wall. It seemed like forever. My arms felt like jello. I couldn't do this anymore, but I had to. I stopped for a break and a minute later I heard footsteps. 

It was a kid from my school. Holy crap. Maybe he could help me.

"Hey" My voice came out jagged. Rough, "You-you're from my school...can you help me?"

"Sorry sweetheart. I'm not the hero." He said and smiled. Wait, what? He pulled out a knife with dried blood on it. He's the killer?! 

I was weak and I couldn't do anything. I was defenseless. He lifted up his knife to strike. I couldn't close my eyes. I didn't want to die. Tears flowed from my eyes. I had to stay strong though and I'm not dying without a fight. I moved as soon as the knife came close to me. I quickly pushed him down and got on top of him. Of course, he was stronger than me. He pushed me off and tried to stab my head, but it went deep on the floor and it was stuck. With all my strength, I punched him and it caused him to get up. I grabbed the knife but stopped. Something sounded like it was breaking. I looked at the ground and before I knew it, I was falling with the floor and the kid from school. I plummeted to the ground. 

Everything was blurry for a while. The world before me was spinning. I could make out little things though. The kid was face down on the floor and he wasn't moving. There was a window opened and rain was pouring into the room. There was what looked like old furniture. I got up on my hands and knees and slowly made my way to the window. There was no way I'm staying here with that dude. I had no idea that he was alive either. That was just insane to me. I couldn't kill someone unless the were a major threat. I'm pretty sure he's unconscious, so he's not a threat. At least not yet. I still had the knife in my hand. I tried to pull myself up and over the window, it didn't work out so well. I felt weak. I barely made it over and now I had to crawl through the cold rain, unaware of where I was, nor what laid ahead. 

Author's Note: Heyo, this books coming to an end. I really suck at scary stuff. I'm not even putting this as a horror book. We'll just say a murder book. Sorry that there's not really any conversation, but the conversation in Gracie's head.