The third time, the third time I was moved when I was sleeping! Why do people like to move me? And where was I? I looked around and felt cool metal on my wrists. It looked like I was in an elevator, it was dark and I couldn't see the sky to see how much time had passed.
"Someone help me!" I screamed. "Please help me!" I yelled things ranging from bloody murder to help to save me. My voice was raw. I felt the walls closing in. Tears and mascara-stained my cheeks. My nose ran but I couldn't wipe it. My hands were held in chains linked to the walls. My hair was ragged and snarled. A thin figure fell into the elevator from the top of the shaft.
"Why...why are you doing...you doing." I couldn't spit the words out. "This?"
She held my chin and pulled it closer to her.
Her face was inches from mine. Her hot breath made my skin tingle. Her eyes were cold, locked on mine. Her blonde hair was pulled back and her green eyes stood out against her tan skin. Blakley.
"I'm not doing this to hurt you." She smiled. "I'm doing this to protect you." I spit blood at her feet.
"You call this protecting? I swung my arms forward, immediately regretting it as they were pulled backward. I fell onto my knees as she kicked me in my stomach. I rolled on my side and she hit me in the face.
"Oh Sadie, if only you knew. Pluckley rides on your very existence, and I'm not going to let the whole town die because of you. And if you don't cooperate, you little friend, what is his name, oh yes, Ethan, is going to die to" She smirked.
The elevator moaned. It was going to fall any time now. I tilted my head up to look at her. She climbed out of the elevator shaft. More tears ran down my face, I couldn't breathe. I lay on the elevator floor hyperventilating. My mascara created black streaks down my cheeks, showing the inner demon everybody claimed to see. I rolled onto my knees. I pulled my hand together, then back, together then back. I couldn't see, my vision was clouded. The metal cuffs pulled on the elevator walls. I shrieked. I had to push through the pain. I needed to get out. I slammed my head back and pushed my feet into the elevator floor. I pulled my arms as fast and hard as I could. The metal cuffs came apart from the walls. Now at least if I were to die by hitting the bottom of the shaft, my arms wouldn't go flying off. What a fun way to die.
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The Reaper
HorrorEverybody has a reaper. When you're born your reaper is far away and from that time on it starts to move closer. Sometimes the movement is very slow, a couple inches a year but other times you might look up and your reaper is standing in front of yo...
