Trapped

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Closing my eyes I had prepared for the worse. My hands were clenched to the point were my bitten down nails were even cutting into my skin. Shaking, I slowly started raising my head, one eye still closed. Then realizing the bullet didn't hit me, I looked at the woman with a "what" face.

"That was a warning shot!" she hissed. "The next one will be your leg, then arm, torso, and lastly your god damn face!" She threw her arms down and stomped her foot, looking like she was having a tantrum.

"Why?.." I managed to croak out. "Heather and her family were nice people." My throat was dry from crying and sobbing.

"Oh Ann." she said pacing with her arms crossed. How did she know my name? "Heather and her family were BAD PEOPLE!"

"No ! Where are they!?" I yelled to her.

Then the woman threw out a wicked smile."They're upstairs, they're not all dead YET."

I looked at her and started having anxiety, I started thrashing the rope and screaming. The woman started yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't, I was crying and crying my heart and lungs were burning.

Then I felt the barrel of her gun to my thigh.

"I said STOP!" she yelled.

I screamed as she pulled the trigger and the bullet shot my leg. I fell with my arms bent over my head the blood poured out of my thigh. The blonde then came over with a knife. She cut the ropes and I fell to my face.

"Get up, I'll treat your damn wound upstairs. All you had to do was listen!" She grabbed me by my hoodie and dragged me upstairs.

She sat me on the counter, I looked around. I started sweating when I saw the blood all over the carpets. Where were they? Then I looked at my thigh, taking off my hoodie I wrapped it around. the blood only seeped threw. That's when the blonde came in with things that should only belong to a PA in the hospital. She pulled out a bottle of peroxide and a stitching kits.

"You're a nurse?.." I said watching her stitch the wound.

"Yes, a registered nurse." She said pulling hard to stitch my leg. I flinched but not as much because I lost so much blood I could barley feel anything.

I wanted to be a nurse but not after what I witnessed at this point. The woman was a phyco path.

"Why them?" I asked looking at the blood on the walls.

"Because they're bad people. They hate everyone." She said tightening even harder.

"What?" I looked at her with a blank yet offended stare."they are great people!"

The woman cocked her hand back and smacked me clear across the face. The stinging feeling hurt so bad tears swelled. She finished my stitching, then she looked at me and smiled.

"You're going to help clean the mess. But first, you're going to watch me kill Heather." she laughed and grabbed my shoulder and threw me off the counter.

I hit hard on the tiled floor, making a oof sound when I hit. I was scared beyond, I got the breath knocked out of me. I couldn't refuse, she rolled me on my stomach and stepped on my back. The pressure burned my heart and my lungs started stinging. I started gagging and gasping for air, she quickly tied me up and pulled me up by my hoodie. I quickly sucked in air and threw up right beside my feet. I was crying and tears swept down.

"M-med-i-." I took another breath "p-p-please."

My heart was burning, my lungs had calmed down. She only stood there for a minute laughing at me. When I started wiggling to pass out, she reached for my bag and popped out two pills. She grabbed my jaw and forced them down. I stumbled while we walked to where she wanted, she took me down the hall, up the stairs and, into the bedroom on the right. I stared at Heather threw my double vision, she was tied with duct tape around her mouth.

The woman threw me aside, I easily fell from the weakness. I looked at Heather's room, pink, dark furniture. Then I looked at the woman. She grabbed a suit case from Heathers closet. I was baffled for what she wanted the suit case for.

"So I heard you liked to travel Heather." The woman laughed, her voice piercing my ringing ears. "your momma told me at church the other morning! too bad she's not here to watch her baby pack... or be packed."

Heather started squirming around, she was sobbing and pleading threw the tape. I never realized how strong the woman was until she lifted Heather with one hand and threw her on her bed. She ripped the duct tape from Heathers mouth. She screamed in agony as the woman took out a hammer and hit arm, breaking it. I watched as she went on threw on.

The horror I saw as she lifted heathers crumpled body, Her limbs were dangling unnaturally, she was screaming out of pain. Her black hair was long and tied up, her face pleading for death. Heather slowly went limp, about to pass out from the pain.

"Jeanie..." Heather said. "You were my moms sister." Heather fainted. Her body was gruesome, I couldn't look away.

The woman's name was Jeanie.. her aunt she always loved. Jeanie took Heathers body and stuffed in in the suit case. It was a pretty large one, but with the broken bones, Heather would fit with ease. She zipped the suit case. Heather would later died since Jeanie had to break her neck to fit her in the case. She neatly put heathers body in the closet. Cursing how she didn't want to kill her but it had to be done.

That was the last time I saw my best friend.