I Don't Care if You're Sick

Faceless

Kellin's POV

I sat on the mattress on the floor that was supposed to my bed, the mattress was stiff and hurt my back.

A nurse came in, "Kellin, you need to go to bed." I shook my head, I wasn't tired, "This bed sucks, I'm not tired anyways." She sighed, "Look, sorry that you are in obs but you've got to sleep because you aren't allowed to during group." I didn't answer but I crawled under the covers, I missed talking to Vic, I wondered what he was thinking as he laid in the room next to me, separated only by a bathroom.

"Kellin?" I shot up, I head Vic's voice from the bathroom, I pressed my head up against the wall and listened,
"Vic, is that you?"

"No, it's a ghost."

"Oh, sorry, you just sound like this super hot dude I know."

"Really? Tell me more."

"Well, he's got brown hair and brown eyes, he's a bit shorter then me but that just means I can kiss his nose. He can sing like an angel and scream like the souls burning in hell."

I got a laugh from that, "Okay, I have to go to bed, you should too okay?" I nodded then realized he could see me, "Okay, goodnight, I love you."

I laid back down and stared at the camera, the round back orb was in the corner of the room, right above the door.

I glared at it, even though I knew they couldn't see me because it was dark now, which was why Vic had chosen to talk now as they couldn't see us.

I looked away from the camera and my eyes dropped to the door handle, it was a shiny bras knob.

It slowly started to turn, I rubbed my eyes and looked back at it, it was still turning, the door creaked open.

I sat up slowly as it opened all the way, no one was there, then I saw them.

They were tall, they wore black cloaks, but what really scared me was that they had no faces. There was a blank slate where their faces should be.

I didn't know what to do, were they hostile? Were they real, they must be because I don't have schizophrenia.

"Who are you?" I whispered to the figures who had now surrounded my mattress.

"They are the Faceless, they've come for you. You've been living in this hell long enough. We've come to take you home." I shook my head and answered the voice, "I don't want to go home, my father will beat me."

There was low laugh, "Oh not to your home, to ours. I think you'll like it, it's plenty warm so your starved small body won't be cold."

I was freezing, I was hungry, but I didn't want to go, I wanted to be with Vic.

"No, I don't want to leave my boyfriend." There was another laugh, "Do you think you have a choice Kellin?" I nodded, "Every one had a choice."
"Not you."

A faceless came towards me, brandishing a knife, wicked sharp and as long as my arm.

"Help!" I screamed loudly, why weren't nurses in here? There were black figures surrounding me where the hell where they when you needed them?

No one came, only the faceless. They pinned me down, the one holding the knife slid it down my chest, blood instantly ran through the clothing, they ripped it off.

They cut me up, wounds that would never heal, scars that would never leave me, and fears that would haunt me forever.