I got out of the hospital a half a month later. I waited to go to school for about a good eight weeks. I got dropped off at school everyday, scared that if I walk that I'll get attacked again. Then right after school, I was escorted out of the school, and right back home I went, although I had to walk. I always felt like I was followed, and watched by someone. I had a good idea who it could've been, but I had so many people stop and stare at me. So it was hard to tell who it could've been. When I got to the graveyard, I stopped right at the entrance, and stared at the place where her gravestone laid. I told the guy who had to escorted me home; to stay near the entrance of the place, that I'll be right back.
I walked towards Rose's grave, and looked down at her grave pulling out the giant pill of flowers I had picked for her out of my garden at home. They smell like her. I smile a bit, but start to cry.
"I miss you. So much. I just hope you know I love you. With all my heart. Never forget that baby girl." I start to cry even more.
I take the old flowers from her grave, and place the new ones down. When suddenly. Someone grabbed me with a tight grip, and placed something over my mouth. I passed out. I wake up in a room. I don't know where I am. It's dark, I'm chained to a bed. Something shattered on the floor, and I screamed a bit. My vision was still a bit blurry in my right eye, but I could see a person in the room with me. Even though it's dark. The person came up to me, and he had gloves on, and rubbed up my leg. He came closer to my face, and turned on a black light. Things started to glow. I looked around the room more, there was something all over the walls, and floors. I kinda figured it was blood, but I wasn't quite sure. He went farther up my leg, slightly under my dress. The one I wore while Rose took that picture of me.
He got farther up my leg, and pulled on my underwear, ripping it off my body. He licked my ear, whispering into it.
¨Make a sound, I'll kill you.¨ He bite my ear. Taking something off the table next to us. He took that tool and cut my dress up the middle of it taking it right off of me.
He than stabbed my arm with the thing. I screamed so loud.
¨I told you not to make a sound. Now you get to pay the price.¨ He took something else off the table, and placed it onto my other arm. slowly pressing it into my arm. Its an needle. He injected something into me. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. I can feel it going through my veins. I can't see. Everything got dizzy. He then started to cut my arm open. I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts. I can't feel anything. Why doesn't anything hurt? I should be in pain. Everything is numb. I can't feel my body? I need help. Help. Why? Why Is this guy doing this to me.
I woke up, and my entire body was in pain. Like everything that guy had done to me. Is now starting to hurt me. I can't move. I can't even move a finger. What did he do to me? I need to know why. Why? I look around the room. It was still dark. I heard someone cough, but once again; My hearing was muffled. I can feel my own heart beat. I can hear every drum beat of my heart. I can hear my own thoughts. There telling me to get out of there. It's not safe. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here before I end up dead, or something. I hear footsteps going down a hall outside the door. I pretend I am still knocked out, but as soon as he walked in he turned on one of the most brightest lights I have ever seen. It was as bright as the sun, but brighter. I was like blind. I was chained to a metal table. I was naked. I was so cold. It felt like snow; like when you touch it without gloves on. The room was white. It was like a scientist experiment room. I couldn't see much. I was blind. Everything was really blurry. The guy came up to me, and started pulling out needles, and tubes out of the areas of my body.
He came over to my head, making the table go back a bit, he put a bucket of water above my head, with a tube that ran down to my face. ¨Like a said before. Move, or make a sound. You get to pay the price.¨ He than left the room, keeping the lights on. He then came back into the room. with a box of things. He took something sharp out of it, and lightly rubbed it against my thigh. I bite my lip, so that I wouldn't make a sound. He than took the handle of the thing. He rubbed it against my area, slightly shoving it inside me. I whined a bit.
¨I told you not to make a sound.¨ He pressed a button, and hot boiling water poured onto my face. I scream really loudly. It was so hot. It felt like. I don't even know. I have never known this feeling.
I want to scream more. I want to yell, and kick, and try to find my way out of this brutal place. He pressed the button again, and the water had stopped. I spit the water that poured into my mouth out onto the floor. I wanted to get out of here. I couldn't even see. I couldn't move. I couldn't move at all. He might kill me if I do. So I sat there, and let him do whatever he wants to me. I held everything in. I made myself not move. Anything to not get killed, or hurt way more than I already am. He stopped when he got bored. Told me I was no fun. He than turned on the tv, watching the news. I heard it.
¨A young High School student had been missing about a week now, and still no sign of her. She's only 16. The last thing she was wearing was a dress, her hair was tied back. If you find anything that could be evidence from her disappearance, please contact this number.¨
I couldn't see the number. Everything has been blurry since he put that substance in my body. I need to find a way out. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here now. someone needs to find me. Someone needs to find me before I die. He will kill me. He's planning on it. I can feel it. It then clicked to my head. He's the killer. He killed Rose. He killed her. He raped, and beat her. Just like me. He's going to get bored of me, and he will kill me. He will kill me, and feel nothing about it.

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Roses
RandomRose was Mist's girlfriend, but something happened to her. The police says it was suicide, but it wasn't a suicide. Mist got a letter from her dead girlfriend. It told her that it was a murder, not a suicide. Mist is set off to find who had killed h...