Let me go

Chapter 1

Every muscle I moved felt like a million stabs in the stomach, my vision was blurry and I didn't know where I was.

A hospital?

A mental ward?

I tried pulling out the wires out of my wrists and neck. No use. The harder I tried, the more painful it got. "What's going on?!" I yelled at the empty room. I tried moving my legs in order to get out of the bed, but they wouldn't budge.

They wouldn't budge?!

"Please! Anyone, he-" I began to scream, but the door swung open, making me shut my mouth. A boy looking about 19, a bit older than me appeared by the door. My heart dropped.

That was him, Emily. One of the boys who killed the girl in the parking lot, I told myself. "W- who are you?! Where's that girl," I yelled, crying. "What'd you do to her!" He cringed a little from my screaming, but took a seat on the armchair by my bed. He smiled.

"I'm Cameron, your doctor," he said. "You're in a hospital, I think someone has hit you in the head and you're suffering a m-" Cameron stopped talking when somebody- oh my god, another one of the boys who beat up that girl to death- kicked the door open, laughing. Laughing. Cameron started laughing a long. "You ruined my act, you little fuck! You fucked me up, Matthew!" He kicked the Matthew guy violently in the shins, but they both were still laughing.

"What's going on, can someone please tell me what's going on," I begged, getting to the brink of my fear.

Matthew dragged a seat from the corner of the room as Cameron took his seat on the armchair. He dragged it all the way until it was touching the covers of the bed I was laying on, he then took a seat and all the humor that once occupied his face rushed away. "Tell me your name, babe, and I'll tell you what you need to know."

"No, please. No," I begged, a tear sliding down my cheeks. He smiled smugly, and I could feel the blood rushing out of my face.

Matthew placed a cold hand on my cheek, lingering on there for a while as he stared at me in the eyes, mine fearful, vulnerable and his stone cold and merciless. Suddenly, his hand gripped my face. "I'm going to say this one last time. What. Is. Your. Name?"

"Emily," I answered, trying to get out of his strong grip.

"Emily who?" Cameron asked. I gave Cameron a pleading look, but he just smiled. Matthew slowly pulled his hand away.

"Emily Grace Daniels," I told them.

"Alright, Emily. You aren't actually in a hospital," Cameron laughed a little. "You were a very bad girl tonight. A very very bad one." I remained silent. "When we killed that girl in the parking lot, for reasons that do not concern you, you saw us and started screaming and yelling. Do you remember that?"

I shook my head no.

"Okay, do you know why you're here?"

I shook my head again.

"You're a witness, Emily. And if we let you go, you're gonna go tell the police," said Cameron.

I shook my head, "no no no no, I promise you I won't. Just let me go. Please, I won't tell a soul. Please. Please." Matthew chuckled and shook his head.

"No way in hell, babe."