I wake up tied to a chair in the kitchen with sweat dripping down my face. My head gets yanked up by my hair, pulling my head back as far as it can go. I open my mouth ready to scream but a hand covers it and a familiar voice whispers in my ear. Elliot.
"Don't try to scream. No one will hear you, silly girl. How foolish you to walk into a strangers house." He pulls a knife from his pocket and pierces it in the skin of my wrist. He slowly works his way up my entire arm until a stream of blood is running down it. A terrified noise comes out of my mouth and he laughs.
"Why are you-" he punches me. Hard.
"Shut up! No talking!" He forces the knife in my side and I choke on a scream. I gasp for air and start to lose conciseness as I watch a pool of my own blood spill out under me. He moves behind me and pushes the flat part of the blade against my throat and a tear runs down my cheek. This is it. He's gonna kill me. I look up to see Trever walk in and lean against the wall with a wide smile on his face.
"I always enjoy this part of the show."
Elliot chuckles and turns the sharp end of the knife lightly against my neck. But his words send chills down my back before the knife did.
"Me too Trever. Goodbye Jane."
And then I woke up.
YOU ARE READING
The Fallen Ones
FantasíaSkarlet is a schizophrenic, extremely paranoid senior with an abusive father. Halloween night comes, and it's her time to join the dead. Will she escape death? With Dreamers looking out for her, not everything's as it seems(;
