Lifetime Wishes

Psychopath

It was dark, cold, and my head was spinning hard. I tried moving my hands around but failed due to them still being cuffed to the headboard. I lay on my stomach every inch of my body exposed. Nothing on the bed but me and Zach's belt wrapped around the upper part of my thighs holding my legs together. I hear no noise coming from outside the hallway. I didn't hear traffic outside of the house. I couldn't tell if it was day or night. This continued for what felt like hours. Maybe even days.

"Ow." It hurt to move let alone breath. The dry blood on my back was the only thing holding the big gashes together. No matter how big the breath my body moved and made the dry blood pull causing it to rip open again, and again, and again. Just over and over. I had grown lifeless and weak. My body felt drained. 

I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. I didn't know what time it was. I lay there with only the sound of the thoughts in my head going a million miles. 

"Why...why...why..why" I whisper to my self but each time my voice grows echoing threw the room bouncing off the walls.

 I think to my self why did I leave with that fucker...why didn't I run from him...why did I trust him...why do I feel sad for watching Blake....my dad get killed...Tears start to fall on the bed rapidly. 

"Fuck!" I screamed I wanted to hit myself. I pulled hard on the cuffs hard over and over.

-"Just making them tighter...makes them dig more into that beautiful skin."-

 I completely froze. My head shoots up but it's too dark to see anything.  A low voice coming from behind the bed. My eyes grew wide. How? How did this person get in? I didn't hear the door open. I didn't hear anything but this persons voice...so suddenly. I felt blood trickle down my arms from my wrist. The cuffs had dug into my skin deep. 

"Please take these off..." I hear nothing now..was I talking to no one..i'm going insane. I buried my head back in the bed between my arms. I just listened. Nothing. I grunted and whined in pain. Everything started to ache and throb. 

A sudden high pitched noise. Keys...but they seem so far away, no footsteps. My heart dropped when cold skin came in contact with my wrists. I felt my right hand drop but my left one was not released. I put my palm on the hand and put as much pressure on it as possible.

"AH FUCK!!" Attempting to get up my wounds open.

"Fuck, fuck...fuck! I rapidly repeat in little whispers. My mind shoots and my mouth shuts. There's someone still in here.

My mind goes a million miles per minute. I heard faint noises from a distance. My body became stiff as when the nosies became close I noticed they were foot steps. They came close quickly. Really quickly. Faster. FASTER! The door knob moved. Then didn't for a minute. I was so focused, and for nothing....that really didn't happen. I knew this because my right hand never fell to the bed. I was still cuffed to the bed.  I couldn't tell the difference between the universe and reality. 

I turned my head to the right of me. Trying to remember how I came in, i believed I was looking at the door. A stream of light shines into my face. I quickly bury my head back in between my arms. I knew for a fact that was real. That the door had actually opened

Footsteps approach the bed. Warm fingers trace up my leg and stay on my body going up a line and stop on my lower back. Their hand disappears and a really hard stinging sensation appears all over my back. A chemical maybe rubbing alcohol or peroxide was being applied to my back. Not gently but being poured straight on my back.