No Memory

10

I lay on the cold table. I exhale loudly. I'm freezing cold. I shiver slightly and take a look around. The room is dark except for the lamp above me that gives off a ghoulish white glow. I look down at my body. I'm almost completely naked, save for my bra and underwear. My wrists and ankles are bound with ropes onto the table. I try wriggling out of them. They are very tight. I'm too weak and tired to break out of them. Even if I wasn't, I probably wouldn't be able to break them.

I rest my head back. I close my eyes and feel two tears run from my eyes. I can't leave anyway. I need to die. I hear footsteps coming close to me. I open my eyes and look around the room again. I see a door to my left. A table with multiple knives is to my right.

Maybe I can kill him. He wouldn't have a gun now. I reach for a knife. The table is close but not close enough. I try harder. I hear the footsteps stop outside the door. I inhale and push my arm through the rope. My fingers touch the tip of one of the knives.

The door unlocks and clicks. It opens slowly. I pull my wrist back into the rope. I watch as Fred walks into the room. A smile forms across his face as he shuts the door behind him. He walks slowly towards the table.

"Well Miss. Anna," he gently moves his fingers down my stomach. I try to move my body from his touch, but only in vain. He walks over to the knife table. He picks one up and looks at it.

"Why cut them?" I ask. He scowls and looks down at me. He takes a moment to think.

"I suppose it doesn't matter, you might as well know. When I was a young boy I had a big sister. Her name was Kelly Sherman, and she was the best thing in the world. Until se met Donny of course. My parents were never home much so Kelly had Donny over often. I always would hear them talking. One day I came into the house with my snow stuff on, hats and gloves too, I heard Donny getting rough, he was at least 20 and my sister was only 16, he kept yelling at her and then he slapped her across the face. I ran to my room frightened," he begins. He pulls up a chair from a corner. "Then I heard Kelly screaming, I hid under my covers and cried, I was only 13 at the time and I was a coward. Then the screaming stopped. I got up and crept to her room. I saw the door open and she was on the floor naked and crying. Bruises all over her body. A bloody knife was on the floor and Donny was naked on the bed but blood poured out of his chest. His eyes were open and looking at me. I went to my sister but she pushed me away. I tried to help her but she slapped me away again. I got angry. At the time I realized I need to get my anger out. I grabbed the knife in my gloved hand and slashed out. The first thing I cut was her throat. She couldn't cry out. I cut her again and again and again. I was so mad. Ever since she met Donny she had been a bitch to me. I finally stopped and saw her dead on the ground. I placed the knife in her hands and ran away. I went into the backyard and played until my mother got home from work. I told her I hadn't gone in the house because Donny was over. She believed me and went to my sisters room. I never got over the pure satisfaction of cutting my sister," he grins at the end.

"But why rape them? Because Donny raped your sister?" I gasp. The story makes me want to vomit.

"Oh no, it's the feeling of helplessness you give off, your body trapped underneath mine, it gives me a certain rush," he winks.

"You're sick," I growl. He smiles and stands up.

"I thought about raping you again but you were too much of a fighter, the helplessness wasn't there the first time," he shrugs and fiddles with the knife in his hands.

"Because I was fighting for my sister," I mumble.

"Ah yes, I suppose you sent her home already," he growls angrily. I look at him.

"You have her how could I do that?" I'm confused, he looks at me also confused.

"You think I let you live the first time? I took you with me to dispose of the blonde girl, then you tried to fight me. I grabbed you and was cutting you underwater when your idiot sister came out of the woods with a gun. You let her out before we left. She shot me here," he lifts up his shirt to show a bandage over his left side. "I left you in the river, she must have brought you up to the side and left," he snorts.

I remember my flashback, I wasn't floating, Grace was pulling me up on the bank. I smile. I don't care where's sister is, all I know is that she's away from this madman.

"Well if you didn't send her home maybe she's still in LA, perhaps I'll go look for her after I kill you," Fred sneers. I feel more anger surge through my body. I push my arm the ought the rope and grab a knife from the small table. I quickly cut on hand free and swing it wildly at Fred. He jumps back in surprise. I grab another knife and cut my other hand free. I grab the other knife from my hand. I point them at Fred. He's to shocked to move. With my left hand I cut my feet free. I stand up keeping the two knives pointed at him.

"If you do this you know I'll find Charlie," Fred sneers. Luckily I got a good look at this place and know where the front door is.

"I'm counting on it," I smile and walk backwards out the door and through the building. He doesn't follow me. I make my way through the front door of the warehouse. It's mostly gray inside with a few papers scattered about like confetti. I open the door and feel the cool night air on my back. I turn around and sprint down the street. It's already dark outside and no cars are on the street. I continue running as dim street lights, light my way. I'm must look ridiculous running with two knives and in my undergarments. I recognize the diner Charlie and I ate at the other day. I burst in but drop my knives outside the door. Not a soul is in here except for the waitress from that day. Her mouth agape.

"Oh my god, I knew I was suppose to stay late for something," she winks. I pant and shake my head.

"Sorry lady I'm as straight as a ruler, now can you call 911 and tell them you found Anna Wilson," I sigh and relax. I just got away from a killer. The girl moves to the phone and talks to the police. I sit in one of the booths and look out the window.

"They're on their way," she smiles and pours me a cup of water. I drink it and smile.

"I don't suppose you have any clothes," I ask, she frowns disappointed but nods and goes outside to her car. I drink my water and watch her come back in. She's shorter than I am but anything will work. We are the same size I would think for the most part. She comes in with a pair of pink running shorts and a plain green shirt. I stand up and put them on quickly. She stares at me the whole time. I don't have enough energy to even be uncomfortable. Both of the clothes for well. I sigh and sit back down.

I hear sirens a couple minutes later. I see three police cars and an ambulance. I sigh and stand up as they come in. I see Charlie and the head of the pack.

I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life. He hugs me tightly without saying anything.

"I know who he is Charlie I know who he is," I smile.

He pulls away from me and stares at me in disbelief. I feel my heart race as we both realize this can end.

This whole thing could end and we could be together.