How Did It Begin? | cf au | (*Slowly Editing*)

Chapter 36

I may or may not end this earlier than it should....I'm running out of ideas for this story. I hope this one's ok :( ~Admin Nutella

Song List:

Amnesia - 5SOS

Make You Believe - Little Mix

Autumn's POV

*4 days later*

My stomach growls loudly, wanting the food that sits in front of me. It taunts me every minute, basically saying "hey Autumn eat me! Eat me! I'm good for your nutrition!" I hate it. I'm not trying to starve myself, I swear. Caspar's mom decides to give me food this time but she didn't have the decency to actually put it in range of my arms for me to eat. Each passing day gets longer and more horrible.

I wonder if anyone has noticed that I've been missing for almost four weeks now.

So far the police has done a shitty job at finding me. No offense, I respect the people who put their lives at stake to protect the community. I praise them for risking everything to make sure there is safety enabled around homes and facilities. But right now they're sucking at finding me.

I hear my stomach gurgle once more. I can feel it practically reaching out and reach for the unreachable food. I groan and fall back on my bed, irritated. I try to scratch my left wrist, but the ropes binding me to the bed refuse to let me.

Did I forget to say that I'm tied by my wrists now? Oh, well let me explain.

So Ms. Diana thought that I had enough suffering on my ankles. At the time I thought oh she's going to untie me! Finally! I can be free! Nope, nothing I thought happened. She ended up tying my wrists to the top bed frame.

Worst part is that she poured rubbing alcohol into my wounds, literally poured them. No cotton balls, no towel, no gentle patting. Just straight up cascading onto my swollen ankles, now feeling inflamed. It hurt like a fucker I almost swore so much to the point where you need to gargle my mouth with holy water and do an exorcism on me.

My phone rings multiple times each day. I didn't even bother to answer it, mainly because I can't reach it. I don't get why the fuck Caspar left it in my room if I can't even get it. I was always worried on who it was. I have that gut feeling it's from my family back home, wondering so many things about my existence. If I was ok, am I back in school, why I'm not answering them or the complete opposite: why am I not in school and more if they haven't gotten contacted already.

I struggle to reach for the cut up apples that were a mere 5 feet away from my toes. Gross to do, yes. Is it my only hope to eat? Pretty much.

I feel the strain from the ropes hurt my skin, causing the typical burning sensation to slither around my arms. I feel a painful moan come out of me. I stop struggling and plop back on the bed, beads of sweat on my nose. My breath grows stagger and I sigh. It's almost like exercising, except the pain wasn't a healthy pain.

The room starts to spin from my blood loss. I feel the queasy twist in my stomach as I feel myself drift off.

This time it's different, not as excruciating as the past few faintings. This wasn't painful, it was almost as if someone was trying to relieve me of my agony, like I was taking my final breath or something. The weakness I've been feeling disappears. This is weird.

What's going on?

The last thing I see is my door opening, then I see black.

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