When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

The Hider And The Seeker. Chapter Nine.

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Chapter Nine

 

 

The Hider And The Seeker.

 

 

 

I threw the ball in the air again. Watching it fall slowly back into my hands. The ball itself was originally red, but the oils from my hands have dulled the color dramatically.

“Hun, you have to tell us what happened. Who stabbed you? What did he look like?” They have been asking me these question non-stop for the past three hours. I’m surprised they have lasted this long with my stubbornness.

You see, I refuse to tell them anything until I got my own questions answered. I would just have to wait quietly in this room, on this bed. So far I’ve been able to control my intense boredom with this dull colored ball.

I woke up in this room about a week after I was stabbed, so the pain in my side was bearable. I was confused and surprised I had even survived. Moments after I had woken I was bombarded with questions.

“I told you once and I will tell you again. I won’t answer a thing until I get answers myself.”

“Miss Coldblood it isn’t our place to-” I cut her off with a raise of my hand.

“Then don’t you dare bother asking me questions.” I went back to tossing my ball into the air. The two nurses stood with a sigh and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind them.

Finally, silence. I took a few calming breaths and took it upon myself to check my wound. I didn’t really have the time since the nurses came running in.

I stood sluggishly, not wanting to rip my stitches open and walked to the mirror. I looked at the bloody white shirt they gave me to wear since my black one was ripped and dirty. I lifted the shirt with ease and gaped at the gash in my waist. It was red and looked badly infected, though the nurses told me I was fine. The seven shiny black stitches bound my skin together to heal were tight and were probably the cause of my mild pain. I let out a sigh as I dropped my shirt back down. Its official, I’m bored.

I looked out the large window behind the window. It was surprising they even had one here, considering that all the cabins and the last room I was in when I was here didn’t have any.

What made this room so special?

The sun was setting in red. I’ve always loved the color red, but lately I have grown to hate the color with an undying passion.

I shook my head in disgust and turned to lay on my bed. I had only just sat down when I heard a loud crash and the sound of paint being splattered everywhere. I knew better than to go anywhere near the door. I knew who was on the other side.