Love, Vick

Chapter 6

Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update when I said I would! I tried like a month ago and then Wattpad was being a bitch and deleted my entire chapter... Twice. So here I am re-writing it for the 3rd time. Hope you enjoy!

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-Vicky's POV-

This was it. My life was over right here and right now. I gulped down what felt like my entire throat and rested my head back against the freezing cement wall. Then I cried and I prayed. I prayed for this torture to end, and for somebody to find me and save me.

And my god, somebody heard.

Between the stone floor and wooden closet door, I saw the shadow of two large feet approach. I choked on my own breath and leapt up with my forehead against the door.

"Hello? Is there somebody in this closet?" questioned a familiar voice. I would have been able to make it out, but it was muffled from the blasting music and thick door.

Just as I was a about to scream "Yes! I am here! I am here, come save me!" I felt a terribly sharp pain in my shin. Donovan kicked me with his shoe, causing me to fall to the ground. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

"Stop," was all I managed to whisper. My throat felt like a hot air balloon, I was barely able to speak through the pain.

I shifted my eyes towards the crack under the door and saw the dark shoes walk away. The savior had not heard anything. I was already dead. There was no hope now.

"Stop," I forced through my teeth, louder than before.

"Be a good girl, now. We don't want to have to do this the hard way, do we?" Said Donovan grinning.

"It will be the hard way for you if you don't stop being an ass and let me go!" I croaked back. My voice wasn't mighty, but my words were.

Suddenly I saw a fist coming closer to my face as fast as a lightning bolt when 'CRACK'! Everything was a bright white, then faded to a dark, dark black. A color so full of greed, it would do anything to take everything away from me.

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Dear Diary,

I woke up in a hospital bed today. I'm not sure why. I'm covered with a huge blanket and I don't have enough energy to see what is going on down there. There are a bunch of clear tubes running around my body like a roller coaster. I looked next to me this morning and saw two things on my nightstand: this diary (probably brought by my mother) and an unsigned vase of roses (probably also from my mother).

I tried so hard to remember what happened last night. All that comes to my head is the feeling of fear and my throat growing larger and larger. And screaming, and some sort of shadow. But of course there were shadows! Shadows are everywhere, so I'm surprised why that is one of the few things I can remember.

I'm weak and feel like a ghost. The doctors put me on a drug that's supposed to make me act like a loony. I'm confused how I'm even writing right now. Writinggggggg. What a funny word.

Love,

My name is Vicky Reed.

I think.