The Dead Killer

Chapter Seven

The next thing I remember is waking up distraught the next morning.
I wonder if anyone misses me. I wonder if anyone noticed I was gone.
I wonder if nobody noticed at all.

~Jimmy's POV ~ (that's right, changing it up a bit)
I roll over, distraught, the next morning.
Sophia.
She's still here. I still have her. I mean, unless she escaped. I doubt that though, for some reason.
She really can't escape though. I made it almost impossible. Almost.
I walk into the room and see her with her head down.
Most likely sleeping.
Given the circumstances, she still looks peaceful.
I stand there like a statue, and just watch her for a while. Anyone else would think this is strange, but I think otherwise. This is more like an expression of admiration.

She awakes and looks at me like I am insane.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
I shrug. "Was gonna wake you up." He replies.
"Oh really? It seemed like you were just going to stare at me for a while." I say.
"And if I was?" He asks.
"You do remember you kidnapped me right? I'm not here willingly. You're forcing me to stay here." I reply.
"No." He says simply.
"No? Excuse me but I didn't say any lie. And I sure as hell didn't ask you a question." I reply.
Then he hits me.

A/N: I'm really sorry about the short chapter I just noticed I haven't updated in a while and I wanted to update okay? So here it is. I hope its not that bad. Even though its short, I still tried to make it interesting. In retrospect since my school had a snow day today I should have worked on this story more but you know.. Whatever. I just took naps all day so... Yeahhhhh... At least I updated... I've just been caught up in school and such... Oh and here's a massive thank you to those or you who have read from the beginning! ❤❤❤❤