*trigger warning* involves blood and intense situations, if you get easily triggered I suggest skipping this chapter :)
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Darkness. Pain, and blood. That's all I've felt for days.
That girl, her name was Heather, beat me, cut me, burned me.
I'm surprised I'm not dead.
I don't know where I am, since she knocked me out that first day in the kitchen and brought me here; but it's from my nightmares. All I want is for things to go back to before, when love was all I felt.
I'm tied to a bed with my wrists tied to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of it.
The ropes have severely dug into my skin and I can see the blood soaking the mattress in the dim lighting of my prison.
The door opened letting in light burning my eyes with tears.
"Oh don't cry yet bitch we're just getting started," Heather chuckled, walking towards me.
I said nothing, she wanted me to beg for my life, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
She grabbed my cheeks and pushed me to face her,"What should we do today?"
I focused on her words, they could mean anything, anything her crazed mind could think of.
Heather pushed my face away and stepped towards her work bench, picking up a hammer. She then giggled slightly and turned back to me.
"How about we start with this?" She asked, swiftly walked towards the bed, slamming the hammer into my kneecap.
I screamed in agonizing pain, my vision blurred as tears poured out of my eyes.
Heather laughed.
"NO PLEASE" I shrieked before she plowed the hammer down into my other knee.
"Stop screaming Y/N, this is just so you can't escape, god you're so ignorant," Heather explained angrily.
I thought of Shayne, I needed to survive, for him.
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5 Months Later
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Shayne's POV
I woke up in a cold sweat, my eyes seaching the room for her.
For Y/N.
Ever since she disappeared this was normal, it shouldn't be though.
That day... I died.
I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'll never forgive myself.
Since then I moved in with Courtney, she's been my rock. I also started working at Smosh again, everyone knew not to talk about her, even Ian had the courtesy of saying he was sorry.
Every once and awhile I'd walk into the squad's office and expect her to be there, but it never happened.
"Shayne?" Courtney said, opening the door and looking in,"Are you ok?"
I ran my hands over my face, effectively wiping the few tears that fell.
"I'm fine," I said, standing up and walking to the kitchen, Courtney close behind.
I opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice not bothering with a glass.
"Shayne, can I tell you something?" Courtney asked.
I nodded.
"It's not your fault."
Those words crushed me, because it was.
If I hadn't gone to the store to get breakfast for us, I'd have been there to save her. It was completely my fault.
I walked back to my room and locked the door behind me, falling back into bed and crying.
"I love you Y/N, where ever you are."
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Hey guys! Long time no write.
Sorry, I've been struggling with school so I've needed to focus on that.
ALSO you're probably wondering why I put in such a long time skip...
WELL it's needed for the plot so you'll see soon enough
Guess in the comments!
Happy Reading!
