Your Worst Nightmare-Book 3 of Grayed Out

7: Red

Mat struggled.

Natemare wasn't in the room, so Mat was sure he could get out.

He would.

He was sure he would.

Mat clawed at the bonds on his wrists. He didn't know if that would work, but it was his only hope.

The ropes started to fray and Mat was able to snap them. He untied the bonds on his torso, and then his legs.

He looked around the dark room for a moment before finding a small camera. He already knew the doors were locked.

He turned on the camera and started recording.

"Hello, my name is Matthew Patrick. I live in Los Angeles, California. I don't know who is going to see this, or if you'll see this, but please, if anyone finds me, three days ago my boyfriend went insane. That's the last thing I remember then I-"

He broke off. 

"Oh, god," he whispered. "I think he's coming back. Please. Matth-"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

"I can't leave you alone for five minutes." he shoved Mat into the metal chair and started tying him back up.

"Let me go!" Mat yelled, tears in his eyes. "Just let me go!"

He started sobbing through the mask Natemare tied around his face.

He was never getting out.