It's All In Your Head {Sequel to STCG}

Chapter 21 - Remembering

I shifted around in my bed, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position. Despite the mattress was large and spongy, and I was in what felt like heaven, I felt like I didn't really belong. At first everything was amazing, the house was beautiful, I was on top of the world - until it became dark and I was sent to bed. Being left alone with my thoughts was my worst nightmare, considering they weren't always very cheerful.

The walls seemed to be caving in on me as I lay in bed, trying to fight away my fears. Once, I read that you should let your worries flow through you to allow them to leave. The idea itself was ridiculous, as whenever I tried it, all my worries made me feel sick and my stomach churn. It never helped. Nothing ever helped me stop worrying.

There was one thing. To be told I didn't have to do it. To face the world. To help my homesickness before I went on that trip, I would've had to just been told I didn't have to go. That would've solved it. If only I hadn't gone on that trip...

As usual, my thoughts were consuming me. I felt stiff in the bed with fear, fear of doing something which will mess everything up again.

I saw the most dreadful images flash through my mind. Seeing the scenes replaying were enough to paralyse me, make sweat leak from my pajamas, hairs stand on end.

The person ties me up by my hands and legs and leaves me lying on my bed, going on to the next room. I crane my neck to see every other girl is also tied up, a terrified look on their faces.

I remember the looks on their faces. I remember the thickness of the rope tied around my hands and legs. I remember.

And then the person comes back, shoving me in a large sack and dragging me down the hall.

More beads of sweat. I feel my body start to tremble. I remember being in the sack. I remember.

And suddenly, the spinning blade makes contact with her skin and the blood splashes the room, hitting my clothes and going in my mouth. Her eyes roll back as her head lulls sideways, going pale.

I remember watching the blood spurt everywhere. I remember the metallic taste of it in my mouth. I remember.

I remember everything too clearly. More scenes play in my head and images flash before my eyes. It feels like I'm back on the school trip, watching everything happen again and again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel something warm run down my cheek. A tear. Quickly, I rub it off with the back of my hand and stare closely at it in the dark. It's too hard to see though, so I get up and turn on the light. Now I can see.

My attention goes back to the tear. Only it wasn't a tear. It was red.

My mouth opens to gasp, but it's quickly covered with a gloved hand. I scream into it, everything a blur. Something revs in my ear and I scream even louder, slicing my throat to shreds. Something rusty lowers on my throat and blood spills over. My skin is ripped open, leaking a thick, red liquid. The carpet soaks it all up.

I don't even feel pain as the hand drops me to the floor. My eyed flutter shut as more warmness trickles down me.

My eyes are just a slit when the door slams open and someone calls my name. But I'm already gone.