Look At The Mess I've Made

"Don't Let Me Die." I'm Fucking Screaming

CW- Torture, Gore

I come to, slumped over in the passenger seat of a car. The man has put a jacket on me, and the hood is way too oversized so it hangs over my face. I can tell we are stopped at a petrol station, and I hear the sound of the petrol nozzle clicking, signifying that it's job is done. The car shakes slightly as the man removes the nozzle and puts it back, closing up the petrol tank on the car soon after. I hear him open the driver's side door, and the car sinks on his side as he gets in. I groan quietly when the movement makes my arm slide off of my leg and thump on the seat.

"Oh, you're awake... Fuck. Give me your arm, don't move your head." He orders, and I reluctantly obey, finding it nearly impossible to move my arm. I feel the prick of a needle entering my skin, and hear him humming an unknown melody as he starts the car and we lurch into motion again. I fall below the wave of nothingness as we pull onto the freeway.

The next time I wake up, I'm on a bed. I groan aloud as I feel the stiffness in my bones from laying still for too long. I quickly note that my hand is cuffed to what I assume is the headboard. I can move a little bit, but I don't try too much, knowing that the man is incredibly cautious. Just on time, I hear him approaching, and open my eyes to see the slicked-back hair of the man from the bar. He hesitates in the doorway, wiping his hands off on his black shirt. I notice a dark splatter on his face, and he keeps trying to turn that side of his face away from me.

"Wh-Where are we? Why haven't you killed me yet?" I manage, my throat scratchy and raw from my screaming when he was torturing me. My face hurts like hell when I move my lips, so my words come out slightly slurred as I try to not move my lips a lot. I hear him chuckle darkly and he moves almost inhumanly fast to straddle me on the bed. I don't know where he picked it up, but suddenly there's a knife pressed to my throat.

"I could easily change that, don't you doubt me." he snarls, face merely centimetres away from mine.

"S-sorry man..." I gasp, and he seems puzzled.

"You don't know my name?" He asks, the pressure from the knife lessening on my throat. I take a somewhat deep breath before replying.

"No, you're just 'The Grin' or 'the man' in my head, nobody knows your name." I say, and he smirks.

"You won't be escaping to tell anyone, and if you do get away it's probably because I fucked up and got caught... I guess I'll tell you. My name's Joel, that's all you need to know for now."

I weakly try to move, to brush the blood from his face, but instantly he goes into attack mode and has me completely pinned, the knife now pressing hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

"I-I was trying to wipe the blood off of your face..." I choke out, wincing as the knife presses a little harder.

"Fuck I forgot about my face..." He grumbles, suddenly not touching me at all, wiping the blood from his face.

"Who was it?" I ask quietly.

"Sam Carter. I needed to point them in the wrong direction, left him in the opposite direction from where we went."

"To make them think we went the other way..." I think aloud, staring at the ceiling.

"They... They need to think it was you. Sam was a nobody, he never left his house so it'll be a long time before he's discovered as missing." Joel says, turning his blue eyes to look at me.

"I was a nobody as well... Why'd you pick me?" I ask, scared to evoke his wrath again.

"You've got a certain... innocence to you. You've always refused to see the bad in the world, only ever the good. In school you were the person that was friends with everybody. People wanted to be you or be with you, and there were few people that could find a bad thing to say about you. Some of the people who sought to do you harm are dead now, and everyone else that said anything bad about you will soon follow. You don't deserve their hate." Joel explains, setting the knife down and sitting down on the bed by my legs. He rests his hand on my knee, and looks me in the eye.