Waiting For Autumn

Chapter: 8 - September

September 6th, 2015
Autumn is 16

It was late, I knew.  There was another thunderstorm going on, as the sound of thunder boomed outside my window like a hurricane.  I definitely heard something, but I couldn't tell whether it was the thunder, or someone was awake in the house.  The sound of footsteps on the stairs echoed throughout the house, I was sure now.  It wasn't thunder.  It was someone.
Fear digs it's way into my heart, making my chest pound up and down.
"Autumn..."
The voice rings out.  I wasn't able to tell whether it was male or female, the storm outside was too loud.  I was too scared to answer the voice, but I made a motion of pulling the covers to my neck.  The doorknob is tried, and I feel an urge to hide in my closet, but my body is paralyzed.  
"Autumn."
Sterner this time.
I am fairly sure that this time it was in fact a female's voice. 
The door is flung open with burst of force.
The figure standing before me, wears black or grey clothes that looked deteriorated.  Her tangled black hair was flung in the air in many directions. Her desperate eyes changed from grey, to blue, to a dark red within seconds of each other.  I look down, but find no feet holding her up.  What was this thing doing in the Bennett's house?
I try to scream, but no sound escapes my throat. 

"Autumn, what are you doing laying around?  Foolish girl!"
Her voice screeches.
"Get up!  Get up!  Make haste, make haste! There's no time!"
She began to come closer to me, until she was staring down at me.  Her eyebrows furrowed on her pale face, showing worry, confusion, and frustration.

"It's going to be too late!  Stupid girl!  What are you doing?  Get up!"
Her eyes turned a violent red from the cool blue it was previous.
You could see faint veins spread throughout her pale skin, and tears pouring down her cheeks. 
"Get up!  Now!"
She screams, but tries to keep it quiet, as if she's worried someone will hear.
I stand up, more scared than I had been with Nathan.  Was this thing something that God had sent?
I think it over.
It would much sooner be a demon than an angel, I decide.
I felt like running, but I was scared she would come after me. 

"Look!  Open the curtains."
She instructs.

I look at the worried beast.

"Why can't you?"
No sooner had I realized that her arms were restricted from behind her.  She begins to lift her arms from behind her, until it was as far as I thought it could go.  I then hear an uncomfortable pop, and see she had dislocated her shoulders, and was able to put her arms in front of her now.
Her wrists were bleeding where the ropes and metals were restraining her.  By the look of them, the ropes and chains had been on there for a while, digging their way past the skin, and it seemed as she had also tried her best to get out of them. 
I back up in horror and disgust, but she still wore the same flustered expression.

"The curtains!"
She screeches.
I do as she says, and open the curtains to the sides of the windows.

"Look!  Girl, what do you see?"
Her panicked voice shot out at me.

"Nothing, it's all black."
Which was true, though I still saw the outline of the little balcony/fire exit in front of me.

"Smart girl, you're smart, my dear.
Now, don't be stupid my beautiful darling.  Make haste!  Hurry!  Before it's too late."
She pants, and begins rummaging through my drawers as much as she could with her hands tied together. She searched in a panic as if her 'life' depended on it. 

"Hey! Stop doing that."
I try to stop her, but she finds my letter under the dresser, and holds it like it was the greatest treasure upon the earth. 

She throws it at me.

"Keep this!  Don't be stupid.  Open your eyes.  It will be too late!  Hurry, sweet girl.  Make haste, make haste!"
She could barely get her last word out, before another figure appeared in the room, dressed in military garb, grabbed her from behind, and yanked her out into the hall.  She let out a whimper, and our eyes locked in a promising, yet worried look before the door slammed shut on its own.