After Everything I've Done

Trapped With The Killer

From the moment I came to, I had a pounding headache. What even happened..? While going to reach for the spot where it hurt most, my arm wouldn't move. When I looked down at it, all I saw was a blur of many objects mushed together. Where were my glasses..? Like any normal guy I did start to panic. Trying to piece together things in my shadowed memory while also looking around the room to try and get an idea of where I was. Not to mention the fact why head was hurting like hell; until I heard the sound of a door opening and closing.

Instead of shouting out for who's there I kept my mouth shut. It wouldn't help if I did or it could cause something worse to happen to me. Since I was tied to a chair, blind and injured from the feeling of things...

It sounded like there was movement in the kitchen, before a door opened slightly. I saw the figure of someone, it seemed familiar to me but I couldn't tell. Didn't help my vision had gone so crap over the years... Though they placed down what looked like a bag and just stared at me. Not saying anything. It was either me to speak first or them, so I went with me. "Who the hell are you, and where the heck am I..." As any normal kidnapped victim would ask... Well done Cooper...

But they didn't reply to me. Instead they went down towards the bag and fished out a case, opening it then walking over to me. Leaning back the furthest I could in the chair to try and avoid them, it barely did anything as something was placed over my eyes. Once opening them again my vision was back; a bit blurred but back. Then I saw her backing away after putting them on. Her expression held worry but that didn't stop me from holding back. "IT WAS YOU?!" She didn't reply, instead looking down at the ground. Her worried expression still holding shape but the colour drained from her face. Then it all came rushing back to me.

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I finished up the last of the assessment I had to do before the day ended. Signing in relief, I printed off the papers and placed them on the teachers desk before packing my things away before leaving the classroom and going downstairs. While stepping down them and reaching he bottom, I noticed the back doors were open.

"Weird... one of the clubs must have left this open or something..." Doing the good deed, I went to close and lock both the doors. But instead something else shattered my head: a girls scream. I looked at the direction it came from, seeing a blur under the giant cherry blossom tree outback. I could hear other, quieter screams for help from the blurred pair. What was happening over there?!

Not even bothering to shut the doors behind me, I ran up to see what the problem was. Only to be frozen in place at the sight once it became clear. The blood continued to be splattered out as the scissors continued to stab her body over and over again. Soon putting Juliet's body to a lifeless state. But even when she did stop moving; the blood continued to splatter. What was I watching?! Why couldn't I do anything!? Normally when stuff like this happens I rush into help but now I can't even move! The one on top stopped, just sitting on top of her body looking down at it. The back of her seeming so familiar.

But I gained the voice to speak. "T-The hell!?"

That was all I could manage to spit out. Out of everything that was all I could say!? But she turned, blood drenching her face as lifeless, dead red eyes turned to look at me from under her messy hair which was also splattered with blood. It was her. It was her who had now just taken Juliet from this world. It was her who had taken everyone here from this world. It was all her. But why?! WHY WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT!? Despite me not managing to say what I thought, my voice managed to gather up some more words to spit out at her. "The hell have you done to her!?"

Only silence followed as she stared at me, I needed to call William and get out of here, he was connected to the main police after all. So I didn't take my eyes off her as I stepped back, taking the phone out of my pocket. Though once she noticed, her eyes went off me to something else. Then she got up and ran. She was fast enough I couldn't even react in time as she got to the bat on the ground next to me. I couldn't even get my last words out. "What are you--" But that was all that came.

Now I was in a chair, tied down. As the killer which had been behind everything now stood in front of me.

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"You're just going to stand there and say nothing!? Go on. Explain yourself dammit!" Still nothing. I could tell I wasn't going to get anything out of her, though her expression stayed the same. Then she looked at me, mainly at my head. The hell was she looking at that for. She came closer to me again. "Don't." She hesitated, but then after a few seconds she moved again. I moved my head away so she couldn't touch me... Then for the first time she spoke. "stay still please... I need to clean it..."

"Clean what..."

"the wound..." The hell was she taking care of me for, wasn't I the next victim or something since I saw what she did... She already bashed my head in so what was the point of nursing me if she was planning to kill me?!

"...just... please..." She mutter with a shaky voice. I debated with myself if I should or shouldn't let her. It sounded like she's done it before; but at the same time it could be some sort of trick just to kill me in a quitter way. If it was a choice of either getting the thing "taken care of" or dying in a slow, quiet manner then I'd prefer that if I was to die painfully or be stabbed to death. Though for whatever reason I got the vibe she was actually trying to help with it. But I didn't look at her and just stayed still, glaring at the floor.

A quiet sigh was all I heard as I felt the cloth being removed from around my head, then a slight sting from when the patch covering was removed from where I'm guessing the wound was. I tried to hold the pain behind my gritted teeth but from her stopping I'm guessing she realised. "...I have pain killers..." She muttered. Great now she was offering drugs to me. I didn't reply. From the silence she continued to do what she was doing but after another sound from me she just stopped, dropped what she was doing and left the room. Bringing in a cup of water and two pills in her hand. I only stared then looked away, saying I didn't want them. "it'll help with the pain..."

No shit they're pain killers...

Though the pain was bad... Again it was a debate of the slow death or actual help. Even though I still didn't know why the fuck she was doing this! But the ill intent still wasn't there. I only growled a little then waited for her to come over. "...i'm going to have to--" I just opened my mouth. I didn't even want to listen to her bullshit. She was lucky enough I was going along with her little "clean up". Another moment of silence passed before she put in both the pills and gave me the water. I took them and swallowed the rest of the water then she continued to work on the wound again. I don't know how much time passed but eventually I felt nothing more being done to my head. She backed away slowly as if to see if it bothered me in anyway; it didn't. I only looked at her, studying her movements to see if I could tell what she planned to do next and what her intentions were.