No way. I am definitely not taking a rest.
How can I take a rest when I'm freaking tied to a chair and...
Wait.
I felt something drip on my forehead, down to my nose and on my lips.
Don't lick it, Mandy. DON'T FREAKING LICK IT!
DON'T LICK IT!
It could be rain water, or a rat's pee....
DON'T LICK IT! LEAVE IT BE!
I licked it, of course. Yeah... I'm stupid. And my inner voice is not really bossy enough to prevent me from doing stupid stuff.
Hmmm.... Tastes like iron....
WAIT.
IS IT MY BLOOD?
OH GAWD NO!
I tried to let the taste sink in.
OH MY GOSH! IT IS MY BLOOD.
OH GAWD! OH GAWD!
I started to hyperventilate. I really hate seeing blood, red, red, RED blood. When ever I see blood, I just feel like passing out. Especially if it was my own.
Realizing that blood was dripping on my forehead, I felt a strong headache punch my head. AN EVEN STRONGER HEADACHE. I felt a sting on the front of my head.
Blood dripping....
I have a bruise?
A wound?
Nope, I don't think so...
It's not a wound nor a bruise...
It's too painful to be a normal bruise.
What happened?
.
.
OH! THAT'S RIGHT!
I passed out because something or SOMEONE hit me. And I never would've been hit if I wasn't in the abandoned apartment. And I never would've been in the apartment if it wasn't for...
ADAM!
OH GAWD! ADAM.
That's right.
I started to worry and I didn't know what to do. Where is he? Sweat started to flow down my temples.
Here I am, trapped in a confined and dull room... Bruised wrists tied to a metal chair... Adam, the guy I love the most, is probably somewhere being beaten to death. Or maybe he's already dead.
The very thought of it made me cringe... And tears started to flow down my cheeks, followed by mute sobs and cries.
Adam....
They can kill me, I DON'T CARE.
But I swear, if they kill Adam....
I might as well die, myself.
YOU ARE READING
Never close our eyes
Fanfiction"Then it's not your fault." he laughed. "Yeah, you ARE stupid. You're stupid cause you're taking the blame for what is clearly not your fault, I'll tell you that." he said matter of factly. "That's mean, Adam." I pouted. "Is it? You said it first."...
