My vision was blurry when I awoke, I couldn't see anything but a flickering light. I didn't know where I was but something told me I wasn't safe.
My hands we tied but my legs were loose. I heard laughter & giggles coming from a far. I felt like everything was moving like an ocean and I was the boat stuck in the waves. I felt like I wasn't in control of anything that was happening in my life.
The laughter become more louder as the door of the room I was in opened. Tears streamed my face when I seen who had walked in, Tyler walked in gradually holding a knife.
He said," how are you doing today love?" I spat and said," don't you dare call me lo-" I was silenced by a slap to the face.
He said," now that's what we're not going to do, I'm in charge you are not the one who's going to be running your mouth, I will be in control of all actions that you and I both do okay?" I nodded.
After he said that there was a moment of intense awkward silence, that's when Tim walked in. I started to cry some more Tim was really the first & truly man that I ever loved but that was all behind us now.
He walked in so nonchalant it made me sick. How dare he? After all the time we spent? I thought to myself.
I was truly disgusted after he set me up and after he murdered everyone on the ward of the hospital I was in? It still bothered me how the police hadn't caught up with him yet.
When he walked in he just stared & didn't say a word but my flashbacks or Tyler & Gina made me cringe in fear. I thought about how blank Gina's expression was just like Tim's was now.
I pictured in my head how she just simply said," kill her" I was expecting the worst from those two after all the pain I caused Tim & after all the times I played Tyler as I joke I knew I would be in my grave by tomorrow.
My flashback was damaged with a smack to the face. I didn't know how to react I was embarrassed and angry at the same time if I was loose I'd.....
I paused, if I was free I'd be being played for a fool by the same man that killed over 20 people in a hospital & over 50 in 90's & 80's.
Tyler rubbed the blade of the knife across my thigh, I couldn't help but expect my life to be over. But the minute I thought he was going to slit my throat he stopped and gathered himself.
He laughed and walked away simply said," As they say in slaughter houses an expecting mother means more to kill."
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A Living Fancy
ActionMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.