Weak

Chapter 7

*Flaky's P.O.V.*

".....mn....urrg....nn..." I rolled over onto my side and groaned slightly in pain when I felt something weird about my bed. It want as soft and plush as it used to be. My eyes had trouble opening but when they did, I was in a completely different surrounding.

The entire room was covered in different shades of green. On the carpet, there looked as if there was stained blood dragged towards the front of the bed. There was a lamp on the right side of the bed with a note laying next to it.

I placed my hand on my forehead and tried to understand what was going on. I was dizzy and weak and I felt a sharp, throbbing pain on my throat. Where was I...?

Placing my hand onto my thigh, I had noticed that I was wearing a completely different attire as well. I had on a light green t-shirt and I was wearing some kind of black shorts that reached to my knees.

My memory suddenly started to regain once I realized what had happened last night, making tears fall almost instantly and an ear aching scream come out of my throat. I stumbled out of the bed and ran towards the door, trying to make my way out of this strange and unfamiliar room. Twisting the doorknob furiously, I noticed that there was no clicking noise, meaning it was locked. I slumped slightly and cried as I rubbed my burning eyes. I listened carefully to see if anyone was home but there was no answer. Did the person just leave me here to rot forever? No... They have to come back sometime. 

I suddenly remembered the note that was left next the lamp, quickly heading over towards it to read it. 

 Flaky, 

          I know this must be terrifying for you...I would know because I know what it feels to be scared. You're probably very confused as to where you are. You're at my house. Don't worry, I didn't take you here to hurt you. I brought you here because I was afraid I was gonna be sent away if someone found you in your state. I'm so sorry for having to do this to you but I didn't know what else to do. I left for a bit to take care of some things. I should be back soon.

I read the note in horror and in shock as I gripped the paper tightly. What did they mean by, "If someone fount you in your state?" What happened to me? 

I started to feel panic rise up in me again as I looked around the room frantically. How long were they planning on keeping me here? It was starting to freak me out. Why would they do this?

I sat down at the edge of the bed and cried silently, burying my face into the pillow.

*Flippy's P.O.V.*

The cold air blew in my face harshly as I carried my cleaning supplies down the street, feeling guilt plummet my stomach. I had just gotten back from Flaky's house. I spent most of the day cleaning and cleansing the entire house from fingerprints and blood. I couldn't let anyone know what happened. But I couldn't help but to feel bad for what I did to Flaky... It wasn't fair to her.

It was already hard enough as it is to get out of the house because people kept coming to visit her. I told them that Flaky was out of town for a week and I was just keeping the place tidy for her. Luckily, they bought it.

I sighed softly while I'll kicked some pebbles, spotting my home up in the distance.

Unlocking the front door, I carefully set my things next top the couch. The house seemed quiet. I guess Flaky still wasn't up yet. I suppose that's good... It was only 2 o'clock after all. I took my muddy boots off next to the kitchen entrance and began top start making a lunch for her.

* Flaky's P.O.V.*

My body flinched slightly with fear when I heard what sounded like the front door opening and something slamming on the ground. I shouldn't be scared but sudden angst swarmed me. It felt as if he was getting closer and closer. I quickly covered myself with the dark green blanket as my body school violently.

Click....Creeeeak

I held my breath, covering my mouth firmly when I felt something sit at the edge of the bed right next to me. I panicked and started to flail when the person touched my arm. I screamed and started kicking at the person, aiming at his face.

"Augh!" he held his nose and accidentally dropped the plate he was holding in his hand.

I saw the man's now bloody face and gasped, "F-Flippy...?"