WILD || Hollywood Undead

Chapter 10

I opened my eyes, whimpering as I moved around. My whole body ached. I looked around me. I was still alive. It didn't work. I was still in the room. I tried to lift my head up. I looked around, seeing that I was still naked. There were stitches in the side of my stomach. I tried to moved my hand to touch it, but they were tied so that I couldn't move them.

I struggled a little, but stopped as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I cried out quietly.

It hurt so bad. Why didn't I die? Why the fuck can't I do anything right? I can't even fucking die right. What the fuck. Why am I like this?

If he wanted me dead, I'd be dead, right? Maybe? I hope? Why am I still alive? Was he surprised that I did that? Is that why he kept me alive? And what happened to that girl? She's probably dead. He most likely killed her.

I saw the blanket on the floor across the room, well out of my reach. It was so cold in here. I don't even know why. There's no windows or places a draft could come through. There wasn't even an air vent. I don't get why it's so cold. Unless he keeps it cold intentionally. Which he could. I don't know.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Maybe I should get some sleep. I should try while I have the chance.

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Danny's POV

It's been over a week now, since Jorel's disappearance, and we don't know what to do. We know that after 72 hours, the chances of finding a missing person get smaller, but we're all worried about Jorel. Especially after that text. We had gone back to the police to show them the text, but it was from a burner phone, making it untraceable. They showed us the pictures of the murderer that they'd said escaped. He fit Jorel's vague description of the man that held him. Green eyes and a lot of tattoos.

Apparently he'd been convicted of murdering 3 college girls, but plead insanity and won. He was sent to a mental institution, but escaped 4 years later, a few weeks ago, while being transported to a new facility. He'd confessed to killing more than 3 girls, and gave the feds the location of a man he was holding captive for like 2 years.

That man is the only person whose ever survived him. We're on our way to speak to him now, as he's in a institution due to trauma or some shit. At least that's what the article said in some old ass newspaper said.

We're on our way to the place that the article mentioned so we could try to speak to the guy. Charlie's idea. We had to find him. I don't think any of us can keep going without Jorel. I know I can't. I've already thought of every possible way this could end, from him being perfectly fine once we find him, to someone calling us to tell us he's dead in some roadside ditch in the middle of no where. And I know we're all hoping for the first option.

"Danny, you gotta go in and talk to him." Dylan said. "You're the least scary. 'sides, they won't let us all in."

I nodded. "Okay. I can do that I guess."

Johnny stopped the car and I got out. I walked through the front door and up to the lady sitting behind a desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm here to see Matt Busek?"

"Okay let me look him up." She spoke. She typed a few things on her keyboard before writing something on a slip of paper. She handed it to me. "3rd floor, room 349."

"Thank you." I said, looking at the paper.

It said that I was a visitor and had the location I was going to on it. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 3rd floor. I hope I don't scare him. I'm not trying to. I just need to know if he has any idea where this man may be.