Lost

Chapter two

Brianna's point of view

I woke up in a strange bed that wasn't my own. I was alone. Memories of what happened start flooding through my head. Did the monster kidnap me? Was he going to kill me? Why didn't he kill me?

My voice was raspy. "H-hello?" I coughed out. "Can someone help me?" When I tried to walk to the door I fell down and back to the floor. My head was spinning. What did he do to me? Wait, where's my inhaler?

I frantically searched my pockets for my inhaler, I always needed it after I fell asleep because of nightmares and in my sleep I breathe slower and it's harder for me to get air. I started coughing. I was hyperventilating. I was having an asthma attack. I hadn't had one since I was very little because of the car accident. I had to be sent to the hospital and hooked up to a machine to keep me breathing. But now I didn't have my inhaler. The wheezing and coughing started. I felt like I was choking as my chest tightened. I tried to scream but I could only get out a faint "help me, please." I was dizzy. My eyes were rolling back, my ears were ringing. I could feel the tightness of my chest.

I could faintly see the door flying open. I could hear yelling. I was picked up and carried out of the bedroom and into what seemed like a living room. I couldn't feel my fingers. I was set on some couch and the figure that carried me ran away. I thought that was it, I was over, but whoever was helping me ran back, giving me my inhaler, well doing it for me.

It took awhile for my breathing to get back under control, I was crying. My chest hurt. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a cabin in the middle of no where. I looked at the person holding my inhaler to see the monster. I wanted to scream but only tears came out. I looked back at my inhaler. He was wearing gloves. Just like the paramedics that kept me stable after the accident. I started crying even harder.

All I could see was the broken glass. My dads face forward over the steering wheel. My mom had slumped forward over the dashboard. Her eyes still open, her face covered in blood.

I started crying harder now. I was talking. "No no no no no," I kept crying. The monster dropped my inhaler into the ground and backed away. I pulled a couch pillow up and started holding it tightly. I just wanted the kind of hug my parents gave me. I wanted to scream. But instead I felt a sharp prick on my arm. I looked over to see the monster injecting me with something. That's all I saw my eyes going wide as I looked at him. My eyes rolled back into my head, and this time I welcomed the darkness, maybe while I'm asleep he'll get rid of me.

Jack's point of view

I had no idea what to do, could I put her back in the room? If I had known she had asthma I would have kept her in her living room. This time I set her down on the bed with her inhaler. Even in her sleep I couldn't get the pillow out of her hands so I let her sleep with it. I didn't want to put that crap in her body. The anesthesia I used normally was so my victims would stop struggling. It would make her tired and weak for the next few days. I laid her down on the bed, pulling covers over her so she wouldn't get cold. I locked the door, walking directly to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Peeling my mask away. "Disgusting," I muttered. I could have done anything with my life. After I lost my eyes I could have gone and found a doctor, I could've become human again. But no, I killed and ate people. I'm a monster, that's probably what everyone sees me as.

I shook my head, peeling off my hoodie. The blood seeped through my shirt. I ripped that off too. The gash was big. At least 6 inches long. I reached on my dresser and grabbed the gauze and rubbing alcohol.

I cleaned and patched my wound and crawled into bed, I knew I wouldn't sleep from the pain.

Brianna's point of view