Blood Hound

Chapter 36

(Sarafina's POV)

I slept for a long time, but as my eyes opened slightly they burned immensely. I rolled over and fumbled looking for the alarm clock. It read 3:06, great.

"Well, I'm already up." I mumbled to myself propping myself against the headboard.

Sighing I took in my surroundings for about the tenth time.

Same boring pictures and stale smell. It no longer smelled of medicine, but some sort of scented candle.

God, Jason must have but it here. It smells like ass. Figures Jason goes and picks out the shittiest candle he can find.

It's kinda creepy alone at night. I wish Jason was here.

Wait why would I want that idiot here?

It seems like ever since he showed up, I've been questioning everything I do. Even when he isn't here, he has a hold on me, but it's not like the grip he had on me. 

Thumping sounds broke me train of thought.

I quickly looked around waiting for another sound. I may be hurt, however I'm not defenceless. Another thump enacted closer, almost next to the bed. I was beginning to get a little scared being in the open rather than behind a sofa or something.

What if he grabs my leg and kidnaps me?

What if he jumps out and slices my throat?

Shut the fuck up me! Just stay calm and attack after they do!

A hand hit the floor loudly almost as if a warning.

Then I realized, someone was under the bed!

Shit, I'm completely open. If I move they could pierce me through or if I try to run away they could grab my leg and pull me under!

Just listen and don't move, but wait they already know I'm up because I moved to check the time!

Then why haven't they killed me already?

Maybe they know me?

Wait. What if...no... it can't be them. How would they find me?

I didn't leave them a trail to find. Unless...somebody ratted out my location. Fuck!

This is why I don't go to hospitals!

"It's good to see you again number one-twenty-nine." A small voice filled the silence surrounding the room.

It couldn't be...I haven't heard that voice in years.

A little girl with pig-tails popped her head from under  the bed. Little pink Mary Jane shoes slid from under the dark bed frame. Before I knew it I was looking into the eyes of a  girl, whom I haden't seen in ages.

She smiled and bowed performing a little curtsy.

Her pony-tails swayed and appeared shiny in the moonlight. I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by her tackling me. Caught of guard for a moment I tensed up.

She dug her tiny face into my chest and wrapped her fingers around my neck, whimpering softly. In instinct I fiercely hugged her back. I clung to her frame gently, scared of her breaking in my fingertips.

For a long time we sat clinging to each other in the darkness.

Once we we parted, I began to finally get my voice back. The emotions were running too high and I was beginning to break. "How did you find me forty-eight?" I asked knitting my eyebrows.