Being Insane Isn't a Game || N.H.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

[Riley's Point of View]

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice was full of fear. "I am me," the voice responded.

It was pitch black so I could not see him nor could he see me. Well I thought he couldn't see me.

I could hear footsteps coming my way. I fell to my knees, but I did not sob nor even cry. I just sat there.

I covered my face with my hands and I felt the man's grip on my waist and on my arm as he pulled me away from the front door.

I heard him unlock a door and he pushed me in, harshly and he followed behind.

It was even darker than before so I could barely see my own hand. After that, all I heard was rustling. I felt a rope wrap around my hands and I began to scream for help.

A firm hand clasped over my mouth and all you heard was a mumble coming from me.

"Stop." The man said sternly. I obeyed his order and stop screaming.

His hand was removed once I had silenced.

"Let me go." I said quietly, but angry.

"How?" The man asked. "Untie me and let me free." I responded with a mad tone of voice.

"I can't." Was all the man said. I furrowed my eyebrows, "And why not?"

"Because life is like drawing with no eraser, if you make a mistake you can not go back." The man answered.

The way he said it, it seemed as if he was literally reading a quote from a book. But I was still confused, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Sweetheart. How do you not understand. You made a mistake about coming into this house. You made a mistake about trusting your friends. And most of all, you made a mistake about meeting me."

"B-but, it wasn't my choice to meet you." I said stubbornly.

"For it was. You could've run away, but you didn't." He said and lit a small match.

I could now make out what he looked like. It was a boy. About a year older than me, maybe. He had blonde hair. His face covered in dirt and bruises. He had a black eye, but the thing that I noticed most out of everything, was his scar right under his eye.

It didn't bother him that I was staring, so he just continued, "People like you are like the innocent deer... They make some mistakes and bad decisions. If they make the smallest mistake, by drinking in a lake, a hunter could be behind a tree ready to shoot. And guess what, babe? Soon the deer will be laying down on his back, no longer enjoying the roller coaster called life.."