Sharp Edges // h.s

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The sun blinded me as I opened my eyes, my hands grabbed onto the nearest thing next to me.

Where am I?

I scrambled off of the hard floor I was laying on, and a sharp pain knocked me back down. My hands flying down near my stomach to hold the wound. It wasn't wrapped up or anything. I was just sitting here bleeding out. I ripped off a piece of the sheet I was laying on, and tied it around my stomach.

A burning sensation was replaced in the stinging and fisted anything that could make it so I didn't grit my teeth to hard. I tried my best to stand up but having the knife wound in me didn't make it easy. I leaned against a wall and took a look at my surroundings.

I was in a dark room, lit by the sun that shown through a window. I gasped and walked to the window. I was quick to see if the window was locked, and unfortunately it was.

I turned around and only now had I noticed that there was a door hanging wide open. I gently ran over to the door, and checked my surroundings to see nobody.

I walked towards the first room that was closest to me. Clutching and groaning at the pain from the wound.

"You should probably let me take care of that," I heard a deep voice say. I jumped and turned around, making my body feel like it was on fire.

There was no other way I could go, the living room had no other doors and either way, this house was huge and I wasn't getting anywhere soon.

I nodded but stayed away from the stranger, "How did I get here?" I whispered. "I expected you not to know how you got here." He smirked. "Why?" I said, confused.

"Because," he started.

"Then you would know your way back home, and sweetheart. I can't risk people knowing about me." He said.

"Now, unless you're planning on bleeding to death. You better come with me." He ordered.

I shook my head no, there was no way I was going with him.

He sneered at me and nodded, "Whatever. Don't crawl to me when it hurts and you're bleeding the fuck out." He growled.

He was right, if I didn't fix this I would most likely die on the floor from blood loss. He started to walk away and my mind was crowded with thoughts.

"Wait!" I yelled, he turned around with a smirk and walked back over to me.

"Too easy." He said.

•••

The knife wound was wrapped up and cared for, but I had done most of the dirty work.

When he finished, he left me in the bathroom, not locking the doors or even asking where I was going to go. He just left like that.

I jumped off the sink and turned the corner into a long hallway, I slowly walked down the stairs and heard him whistling creepily.

Why am I even here?

I'm sorry to say this but this story is going to be a really short one. Personally for some reason, I'm no where near happy with this story. It's just really bad. But I'll continue it just in case you guys want me too.

-Emily😴💝