Left for Dead

Chapter 2

Left for Dead Chapter 2

CLAIRE'S POV

I sprinted into the stairwell and jumped down the flights of stairs toward the kitchen. I grabbed a deep-dished plastic bowl and ran back up to the room I had stayed in.

I placed the bowl under the heavy flow of liquid. Just the presence of the red stream made the room smell almost… Metallic.

Once the bowl was almost filled to the brim, I took it to the en suite bathroom and dumped it into the basin. I hadn't anticipated how quick the stuff would flow out, and it splashed up onto me and my clothes.

And then it dawned on me.

This was blood. But how had so much of it stepped through the ceiling... And whose was it?

"Oh my God..." I said mindlessly.

I placed the bowl underneath the now steady drips of blood falling from the ceiling.

Quickly but stealthily, I opened the door and ran to the other side of the building to Alex's room.

I rapped on the door until one of my knuckles burst. A burning sensation shot through my hand, and caused me to slump onto the door.

"Alex! Open the door!" I shrieked.

He opened the door rubbing his left eye with the heel of his hand.

"What happened?" he asked. When he opened his eyes finally, he asked me, "And what the hell is that on your shirt?!"

"It's blood." I replied, extremely blunt.

"Are you okay? Oh God, Claire what happened?" he questioned.

I told him what happened. I started with waking up, the blood dripping down, going to get a bowl, dumping it into the sink, and the rest of it exactly how it happened.

"Holy shit..!" he exclaimed.

"I… I'm okay. I just need some time to wind down." I spluttered.

"Okay, calm down, and we can check it out later." he replied.

I needed to see who it was now, and I wasn't about to let my boyfriend stop me.

I turned on my heel and rushed back to the stairwell.

"Claire! Wait!" he yelled to me, but I wasn't stopping any time soon.

I climbed the stairs all the way to the fourth floor, and followed the number on the doors to the one I was looking for.

Room number 17.

I twisted the knob on the door, and slowly pushed it open.

As I gazed into the room, my mind stopped registering anything and everything. Blood splattered all over the walls. Stains on the ceiling. The white Sheetrock walls were now stained a rosy pink.

The thing that caught my eye was in the center of the room, on the floor, with blood caked onto the blade.

A butcher knife.

"Oh god.. Oh no..." I stammered. This wasn't happening.

I looked around more, and gazed to the bed, where the large puddle of red liquid was standing.

Two fingers were sticking out from under the bunk. Because of the same layout of the rooms, the blood must have seeped through the floor and into the room below this one, dripping onto me.

I heard soft foot steps behind me, and a looming body was standing behind me, holding my shoulders.

"Holy fuck..." Alex muttered.