Runaway

He chuckles slowly, and darkly, "Nobody's gonna find you."

"Yes they will." I bite back, but my voice is weak.

"The only person who knows you're missing is your lover boy, and he's gonna have to go through hell to even get a hint as to where you are." He sneers, looking at the tray of syringes next to me.

"He'll find me." I tell him, but it's as though I'm convincing myself. A pit forms in my stomach when I see him pick up a syringe which has a pale blue liquid inside.

"This one seems like it'll be fun." He smiles.

"Please." My voice falters. Tears pool in my eyes, almost spilling over.

"You should have stayed away from the house." He growls, pushing the needle into my neck. I cry out in pain, and what he put into me immediately goes into affect. My body feels like it's on fire, and I scream. A scream so loud it makes my throat raw. It's an animalistic scream and I'm unsure if it's me who made the noise. Everything blurs, and slowly I'm left to the black suffocation of my mind.