5SOS Shorts (blurbs and smuts)

Horror Imagine

'Run.' I can't. I can't keep running. My legs burn and scream to stop, my chest is heaving and struggle with every intake. My arms are numb. My body feels exhausted but I have to run.

Footsteps are closing in, becoming louder and louder behind me. Are they my own? I can't tell from the sound of my own heart slamming against my ear drums. It's so loud, pumping so fast.

Shadows are coming. Two behind me as I round a corner. I sprint down the dark hall, my shoes scuffling and my breathing loud. My ears are sensitive to all sound, the adrenaline rushing through my veins and fear keeping me from stopping.

Sharp right, three shadows behind me. All coming closer and closer as I'm slowing down. I can't keep going, I can't keep running.

I kick down a pile of board crates and return to my fast pace, taking another right and shoving open a door. My chest was unforgiving as I vomited, the burning and aches not letting up as I tried so hard to get full breaths of air.

Their hands slammed against the door, and I started sprinting again. Down the metal stairs, through the door at the end of them. I'm so close to the exit, I can't stop.

"YOU CANT RUN!" He screams in my ear, tackling me from my left. Blind sided and shocked, I slam into the cement wall with his weight causing a harsher impact. His hand slips over my mouth as I sob and screaming, kicking and scratching at him.

"Poor girl. Look at the door!" He smiles, forcing my head to look. I was only 20 feet away, the exit sign out but visible as the light shines through the broken school window.

"Shame to waste a pretty face." He whispers, slitting your throat cleanly. I watch as my blood spills out, staining his hand and dropping onto my chest. I couldn't feel the pain, but my eyes let me watch. The way my body drops while my mind screams to get back up, eyes fighting to stay open as I thrive to stay alive. I watch the black dots slowly cover my vision, tears flowing down my face and my hands clutching my throat as I choke on the blood.

Everything fades, blackness replacing the room. I chuck off the simulator eye piece and rip the headphones off, screaming as Michael chants 'I WON' and dances in victory. The rest of the boys join him, singing "Y/N SUCKS! Y/N LOST! Y/N SUCKS!" Over and over again.

"I was so fucking close to the door!" My retort means nothing, because being close and being successful mean completely different things.