Big Secrets

Chapter 9: Drip Drop

Annie's POV:

Pain, that's what I felt when her knife finally left from my throat. Weakness flooded my senses and I began to feel numb from loosing so much blood already.

She let go off my shoulders and I crashed to the dirty stone floor wrapping my hands around my neck and pulling my legs to my chest. I felt so damn helpless, but I probably was.

She only giggled at my struggling and patted my head as if I was a dog. I seriously considered chocking her with my own bare hands. I could only give her one look before she disappeared from my line of sight, but I had already killed her twenty times, in twenty different ways, in my mind. And it wasn't pretty. Well, at least not for her.

The ceiling of the room was very high and the room was very big and open. The stone floor was a white marble colour, and due to the fact that it hadn't probably been washed in ages, a thick coat of grease and dust covered it. It looked like a ballroom, or one of those very fancy and expensive restaurants only without the tables and chairs.

I was afraid to move, afraid of feeling the pain again and feeling the blood of my neck flow through my fingers. I just wanted everything to stop for a moment and stand still.

I heard the tapping of Patricia's heels coming back my way but I didn't dare move. She janked me up from my hair harshly making me let out a low whimper.

"Ahh, you damn lonetic! I'm going to skin you alive if I get my hands on you!" I yelled out with as much hate and fury as I could.

She let go of me leaving me sitting on the floor. She walked out the door and after a few seconds she walked back in with a gun in her hand. She pointed the gun straight at me and a shiver ran through me.

"Good night sweetheart." She said with the creepiest and most insane smile I had ever seen in my life.

Next a loud bang was heard and a ringing sound filled my ears. I couldn't hear, I couldn't feel, I only saw Patricia lowering the gun and starting to laugh, soundlessly though. My sight started to go fuzzy and grey making it hard to see. I couldn't feel it but I was falling against the floor, my cheek pressed against the dirty stone floor. My eyes were opened, I couldn't close them, I couldn't do anything. My sight started to go from foggy gray to pitch black. Everything was just black, there was nothing.

Clara's POV:

I was just standing in the middle of the floor on all fours, shaking and crying. I knew what had happened, I felt it, and somehow even saw it.

"Patricia!!!" I yelled out in sadness and in anger, hoping that she could hear me or if anybody else could. "I'm going to come and hunt you down! And I WILL KILL YOU!!!"

I lowered my head and continued sobbing. Suddenly I felt somebody's hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Mike kneeling down beside me. Did he even understand what kind of a messed up lonetic he decided to date? Nope?! Well he was about to.

I stood up in one swift moment, powered by a new sudden burst of new found energy. I started walking towards the door but was grabbed by my arm and yanked back. I looked up at Mike who was holding me back and I gave him the deadliest look I could possibly give. He let go of my arm.

"You shouldn't..." He started trying to hold me back and calm me down. Ohh, I was far from calm. I wasn't going to listen to him. I just stepped out of the door and decided to ignore him.

There was a long corridor and we were right at the end of it. The gray paint peeled of the walls and the floor boards were sticking out of the ground. There were large holes in ceiling and multiple doors at both sides of the corridor. A sett of stairs was at the end of the corridor leading both up and down.

I speedwalked down the corridor towards the stairs thinking of nothing else but the sound of Patricia's annoying barbie girl laugh. I heard Mike's loud footsteps following behind me trying to catch up to me.

I made it to the stairs but now I had to decide whether I should go up or down. I looked up at the stairs above me then back down. Well, Patricia could only be down in hell where her place was so I quickly started walking down the stairs. Mike was still following behind me and was now shouting my name, but I couldn't hear him, I already had my mind occupied with thoughts of how to kill that psycho Patricia.

I made it down the stairs to what I believed was the first floor. At my right there was another dark corridor with multiple doors. In front of me there was a reception table and a little bit further there was a pair of giant white doors probably leaving to a larger room.

I had to decide where to go first again, left into the dark corridor or through the big white doors. Dark corridor, big white doors, corridor, doors, corridor, doors, corridor, doors.

I speed past the reception desk and threw open the doors stepping into the large room. The ceiling was high and the room was big and wide making it look like some kind of medieval ballroom. I stepped further into the room staring at the walls as I past them. I looked down at the dusty marble floor and trailed to the centre of the room.

Right in the middle of thee ballroom there was a small puddle of red liquid. I ran to the puddle and looked at it in fear and sadness. What happened? Was I too late? One thing was for sure, the puddle was blood and it looked fresh, meaning only one thing. Everything had happened for real.

I looked around the room nobody was there besides me and the small puddle of blood. I closed my eyes hoping to escape reality for a moment and just listen to my breathing and the beating of my heart. After a few seconds of just sitting there my ears picked up another sound. A faint and slow sound of something dripping.

Drip

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Drip

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Drip

I then suddenly felt something wet on my back. I looked back at the pair of large doors. In the doorway there was standing Mike with his eyes big and mouth wide open not moving.

I felt something wet fall onto the back of my head. I lifted up my hand and touched the back of my head. I felt something sticky and warm against my fingers and lifted my hand. I looked at my hand, the fingers were slightly smeared with blood.

I looked back at the doorway where Mike was standing this time looking more carefully at him. He was still standing there, his face had a grimace of fear and terror on it. His eyes were wide and glued to the ceiling. The ceiling right above me.

I slowly and carefully started moving my gaze from Mike to the ceiling. I didn't want to move too fast cause I had the feeling that I already knew what was up there.

Before I reached the middle a drop fell onto my face making me close my eyes. When my eyes finally opened directly at the middle of the ceiling, it was a hundred times worse than my imagination could alow. I let out a high pitched scream mixed together with sobs of sadness and fear.

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A/N: (=3)

Hi there every human being reading this! So this is another note saying thank you to everybody who is voting for this story, and commenting and giving us all their support. Love ya all.

The reads on this book (as well as the votes and commens) have lessened dramatically. Like for instance, the first two chapters got t o g e t h e r over 400 reads 32 votes and 18 comments, while now the last two chapters have gotten t o g e t h e r 58 reads 12 votes and 10 comments (half of them are ours). So you can probably see the huge difference. This can only mean one thing... You don't like my book :'(. Don't try to deny it I have proof this time. I'm sorry if I make grammatical errors, I'm sorry if I don't update every day, I'm sorry if it isn't interesting enough or if it does not make sense to you, orifice it's just bad. Maybe we should stop, I don't know... (yes I'm complaining, but let's look at the facts)

So if this... Dramatic lessening doesn't stop than I don't know if I can even continue anymore. Cause I mean C'mon, everybody can see how we are failing here. Anyway thanks if u made it this far by reading the a/n.

Annie