Unexpected

Ending Part 1

As my blanket was being pulled down, I opened my eyes. I looked around the room and saw the windows open. The beautiful white curtains were being moved by the slow breeze of the wind outside.

I looked around a bit more and found nothing out of the ordinary, I was ready for another simple day. Wait. Was yesterday a normal day? I couldn't seem to remember at the moment. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep: but I could not. What had happened yesterday? What had happened that whole week? What happened to my memories? I gazed my eyes open in an abnormal speed after I saw the ceiling: her body was stapled there. I let out a scream of terror and sadness. I was extremely scared and incredibly sad. The scream triggered a pulley and the body fell, but I was quicker and I swerved to the side. I let out tears as I saw how truly butchered the body was: it was covered in bright red blood, had no tongue, eyes, nose, had severe cuts all over the body, and had a 3 foot metal stick stuck up her vag.

In my grief and tears, I realized that I was woken by the blanket being pulled. There is someone in my apartment. If whoever did this to her is planning to do the same to me: I was screwed.

I ran towards the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. I stealthily walked around my apartment and I saw no one. Had the intruder left? I ignored my thought and walked a bit quicker. I saw the intruder and without seeing I slashed it. It was a mirror. My intruder was my reflection. A sharp pain went through my body, starting at my wrist. I dropped to the floor trying to stop the bleeding. I was bleeding the life out of my body all thanks to my paranoia. I tried to reach my iPhone but a large foot hardly kicked me at the stomach. It was extremely painful. The pain was almost too unbearable. It felt like my lungs were squished.

I felt like my eyes were closing forcefully by themselves, but I tried to keep them open because I did not want to die. Who was this man? Then I realized it was Franklin. What did he want with me? This question was quickly answered. He pulled down my pants and I tried kicking but it was all obviously in vain. I closed my eyes and let myself die.