This Is So Not Happening

Chapter 20

I felt like throwing up, my throat felt like its burning, my head was spinning and my mouth dry.

I glanced towards Allison who was stooping down at me while darting her deathly glare

"lets get her up," I heard she said.

Zoey and Cleo hoisted me up by my arms and they dragged me along to another room.The wineglass I had in my hand, rolled down on the turkish mattress below me.

I couldn't made out who was giggling behind me but it sure did sound like Anita.

My legs were weak and my vision was blurry though I could still recognize their faces and how their meandering gazes at me were accentuated and how Scarlet's red locks brushed off her face to show off blurry freckles.

"This is what you get for ruining my life," Allison cackled in a devious demeanor as she pointed towards an isolated wooden chair in the middle of the room

I could feel their harsh yanking when they put me down the chair.

I stayed quiet not knowing of what the hell was going on, I was now sitting while facing a striking white flash.

I squinted my eyes and I could see Allison and the rest of the girls standing behind the from what it appeared was, a video camera.

I saw Scarlet talking to Allison, her face worried and her hands frantically motioned here and there.

Allison slapped her right away and I flinched

"you guys, what are you doing to me?," I mumbled, my eyes blurry from too much light.

"well, we're giving you what you want," Allison cooed and she came closer to me.

Zoey went beside me to tape my hand down the arm rest.

"hold her," Allison commanded

A flashy object in Allison's hand shone into my eyes.

Is that a cutter?

Anita went to close my eyes with her hand as I began resisting whatever was going to happen to me.

"let me go," I said weakly. Abyss clouded my vision and panick kicked in, I could see things in my head though everything went black, they're going to kill me aren't they? And they will hide my corpse somewhere and nobody can find me. Eventually, I will be forgotten like a dead living I am.

A stinging pain jolted from my arm and exhilirated throughout my body. A loud scream escaped my mouth as tears were  coerced to slip down my eyes.

I whimpered and cried as the burning sensation on my wrist aggressed.The burning stopped after what it felt like forever, leaving an overcharged sensation on numbness and warmth and the trickling of what I assumed to be my blood

Anita let go of her hands as the atmosphere went on a dead silence, there was a ringing sound in my head when I heard a loud slam from somewhere.

My head was dizzy and my chest heaved for air. I tried to see in between my eyelids and I could see a manly figure in front of me.

"help me," I whispered as I slowly drift into a caliginous sleep.

-

Waking up to the sound of my own heartbeat, my eyes opened wide.

My wrist still had the numb feeling to it and I scrutinised the place from where I was laid down on a very soft bed.

Which seemed to be a male's room. I jolted up from the bed into a sitting position, completely unknowing of where I was,

I cannot believe my eyes when I saw what I had on my wrist.

The pain that was on my wrist was actually a cut spelt H-A-Y-N-E-S.

I had a MAJOR panic attack.

This isnt sharpie s***. Its f****** permanent!

This awful dread had me ashamed of my self that I started crying like baby while jumping off the bed and walking towards the mirror that was infront of me.

"I cant wash this off," I sniffled while caressing the laceration on my skin.

I had a sight of myself in the mirror and was horrified by my state, my hair were sticking out everywhere.

I helpessly slumped onto the floor

"what have I got myself into?," I groaned to myself as I palmed my face with both of my weakened hands

"This is not suppose to happen," I muffled.

I stood on my feet and tried to brush off the dire that I was in.

I started wandering around the room trying to figure out who's man did I manage to have as my hero *coughs*

The room was pale grey with a few music posters on the walls and trophies displayed on top of a huge bookshelf filled with mostly poetry books

I ran my fingers through the wardrobe where a few music albums scattered.I hustled towards the other wall where pictures were hanged, hunting down any familiar face. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any, just pictures of girls and a couple whom I assumed are this guy's parents