Seeing Stars

Chapter 3: Krissie

I took a deep breath to figure out what was going on, and immediately regretted it.  I writhed in pain, and ripped my mask off.  I was twisted in my comforter, and was still in immeasurable pain.  My lungs were ripping themselves apart, and my throat was burning like Hell.  All my muscles were cramping, and my nose was bleeding.  I squinted, hard to see through the fog of the pain, and saw that my room was hazy.  Like there was smoke or gas in my room.  Then I saw him.  I growled, gripping the sides of my bed, knuckles white.

"Well, well, well," the young man said.

"A bit cliche, especially for a villian," I managed to say through clenched teeth. 

He laughed.  "They were right about you.  A little firecracker.  And quite peserverant.  Most grown men would be passed out from this gas."

Meanwhile, I ripped out my ear buds, and screamed.  I thought my skin was blistering, as well as the inside of my throat, and my whole chest cavity was set aflame.  I remember how bad I just wanted to float away, but something told me to keep you crap together.  The guy, apparently a secret pervert, stroked my face, and pulled something out of a bag.  Like a duffel bag, not a Ziploc baggie.  He wasn't that bad of a villian.

"They told me I should use this, but you are so strong.  I wonder how long you would hold out." He said.  I yelled in agony and defiance.  I felt so helpless against this guy.  I felt the blood from my nose run into my lip, and I tasted the salty, metallic tang of it. 

I bit my lip, looked whoever this guy was dead in the eye, and hissed, "You bet every hair on your damn head that whatever you are doing, or thinking about doing, my father will hear about it."  Did I mention I'm a bit of a fangirl as well?  It happens.  He just laughed, and shook his head.  He held my head back, and something pinched in my neck.  It was so cold, and felt so good.  I could feel myself slipping away.  Whatever that was, it had to be an antidote or sedative, and it just kept persuading me to succumb to its effects.  I fought, so hard.  I forced myself to not relax, keep protesting against the vile things that could happen.  Then everything was blurring together. 

"G'night," he whispered.  And I, totally not heroically at all, passed out.

I know, right?  Three chapters in and there's already that moment.  Well, you heard my heroic downfall, but what happens next is even creepier.

Hi guys!  I hope you like this so far.  Check out my two other stories, "Titan's Heart" and "The Dreaded Bell."  Comment what you think will happen next, and any suggestions.  PS: Sorry about this short chapter.  It kinda happened fast.
XOXO,
Bethers