I was running in the woods, branches slashing my face, leaving small stinging cuts, my legs were in so much pain it was unreal, my heart pounded so fast, I think I was close to having a heart attack, sweat poured down my face, and my breathing was heavy and jagget.
"Here comes Death." The voice chasing me screeched, somehow no matter how fast I ran, no matter where I went, no matter what direction I turned, it was there, following me, but it was walking.
It's face was sunken in, all black, the clothes seemed to float gracefully behind it, "Here comes Death." It screamed, as it echoed faintly throughout the forest, giving me shivers.
"HERE COMES DEATH." It screamed in my face, as I shot back, hitting my whole back part of my body against the tree, leaving scraps all down my back.
"Get away from me." I whimpered, as it grew larger, with an evil grin growing on its face, making my tears fall from my face, stinging all my cuts, I blinked hard looking around, I was now in a dark brown room, with a small light flickering,
"You didn't come."A familiar voice caught me off guard."Anna?" I asked, curiously getting off the surgeon table, the light only shining on abit of her. "It's fun over here, and you're still there, still in that hell hold." She smiled, walking up abit.
She looked the same, same clothes, but her face was warped up, and her neck was slit, her fingers were bent, and cracked, like someone beat her.
"I didn't die when I slit my throat, if you're wondering." She smiled with pearl teeth. "How did you die?" I asked, turning my head slightly.
"I didn't die." She hissed loudly, making me stumble back into a knife.
A knife? "WAKE UP." She screamed, laughing.
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I shot up, crying, and sweating, my crying wasn't normal, my breaths were short, and small, the tears were bunched up in my eyes, refusing to fall, I blinked a few times, trying to control my breathing.
"You okay?" A female voice asked, making my head shoot over to where she was. "Uh yeah.. bad dream." I smiled fakely, "We all have them. I came in here to see if you were alright, though. Do you want to talk about your dream?" She asked,
She head Chocolate brown hair, blueish green eyes, and thick eyebrows, she literally looks like a model.
"I'm Summer, by the way." She smiled, "Brianna." I smiled back. "My um dream.. didn't matter. You can go back to sleep now." I laughed softly.
"Me, sleep? Isn't happening, but I'll leave you too." She returned the laugh, slowly walking out of the room, shutting the door.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to figure out what happened.. why was that dream so realistic, why was it painful, why was I so scared, why did Anna look so weird.
I woke up, same position I was when I dosed off, I got up and yawned, cracking my back. I shut one eye, looking around. Fucking neon room.
I got up and walked into the bathroom, and washed my face off with the hot water.
Last night besides was dreamless, besides the weird dream with Anna and 'Death.'
The voices haunted inside my head, just repeating everything they said, I felt so trapped.
I was afraid to go outside, and get food, mainly because of what happened last night, with the gun.
Before I could even finish my thoughts, a knock on the door made me jump out of my skin fifty times. "Yeah?" I asked.
"You coming for breakfast?" Tom asked curiously through the door. "Uh.. do I have a choice?" I asked, "No." He chuckled. "You can either walk or I can carry you, up to you." He scoffed, "What if I want you to carry me?" I flirt, laughing through the door. "Well, I don't want to carry you, what if you're heavy?" I could tell he was grinning. "Fine, I'll walk." I open the door quickly with a sarcastic look, crossing my arms.
"Good." He stuck his tongue out, walking down the large hallway, I followed pulling my shirt down over my jogging pants.
We walked down the stairs in silence, I eyed the area well to see if theres any escape rot ideas. "It's all bolted down, you can stop looking around." A male, deep voice made me look up from where I was standing.
"I wasn't looking for a way out, asshole." I spoke calmly squinting. "You deserve a punishment, from before, see my leg? Yeah, I can't feel my foot because of you." Charls shouted across the room, walking towards me.
"YOU KIDNAPPED ME, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?" I yelled in his face harshly. He stared at me with hate in his eyes.
"Dad, leave it." Tom broke his stare, standing behind me. "Or else what? Do you want.. to end up like your brother?" His expression changed to angry. "Don't bring him up, asshole." He shouted.
"You'll end up like him if you try anything." He screamed, grabbing my arm rudely, and pulling me down the hall. I looked back to Tom who was face palming.
"We got a suprise for you." He sung childishly, opening a door and slamming me in. I grunted in pain as I fell to the cold ground.
My head was spinning, I realized he threw me down stairs.. like a full 11 stairs.
"WHAT THE-" I was cut off by a blunt pain to my face, sending my head back against the wall. "Fuck!" I screamed loudly as another pain shot into my ribs, making me cry out in pain.
I spat out blood, and started a coughing fit as he boot fucked me against the wall [Thats not dirty, literally just nonstop kicking.]
"Sto-" I spat out more blood, keeping me from talking. "Enough." Tom screamed from the top of the stairs. "YOU DONT DO THAT TO ANYONE ELSE, WHY HER?" He yelled at Charls, who looked confused.
He had a gun.
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Dear Mom - "I've been kidnapped."
Horror"WHATEVER." I screamed harshly, slamming the door shut, "YOU BITCH GET BACK HERE." I heard a muffled scream, followed by glass smashing. I grabbed my purse and jacket that was hanging on the side of the bench, and walked down the road. Kayla Hermon...
