Madison Paige breathed heavily, her eyes focused onto the floor. She was almost balled up, her hands on her head and her leg closed together. She hear their footsteps edging closer and closer. She hadn't slept in three days. Or was it four? She lost track of the days. It all blurred together anyways.
"Mad? Mad? It's me, Sam. Look, I'm not gonna pretend to not know what you went through, but I need to know if you're ok. So...please call back soon." The answer machine called out through the bleak silence of the room. The answer machine seemed to have had many of these messages. She didn't know if they were real or not.
Madison couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep.
Madison didn't know if she could wake up or not.
Madison wanted a way out.
Madison didn't know how.
After the answer machine ended it's message, more footsteps emerged and was the only audible thing in the apartment. Her throat was dry and she was starving. She hadn't moved from her spot in several days. Or had it been one day?
This would've never happened if she only helped Ethan out. He was arrested once and freed by an F.B.I agent who was killed by his addiction, apparently. After making love, Madison had been at the mercy of Ethan to be forgiven. Ethan screamed at her and didn't forgive her. When she left, she saw the police raiding the motel. Out of anger, she left him there to be arrested.
She heard he hung himself in jail. She sobbed when she heard the news. She never found the address of the Warehouse. No one believed her when she tried to tell the real idenity of the killer. They blamed her insomnia and said she had psychological and emotional issues she needed to work out.
She couldn't sleep and she didn't know if it was out of fear or guilt that she could've done more to save Ethan and Shaun. In truth, Madison still loved Ethan, even though she betrayed him in his most dire moment. She regretted ever meeting him.
The footsteps seemed to multiply. As if there were more men in the apartment. She desperately wanted to open her mouth and scream but, she wasn't sure if she'd get help or just have her throat slit out of their frustration.
Madison was at the mercy of her nightmare.
The Origami Killer was identified. It was only through sheer hope that someone would catch him. She didn't know if she'd live long enough to see it happen.
She wanted to die, just to end it all. The fear, the guilt, the hopelessness, the sleeplessness, the despair. Just to end it all.
She wanted to end it.
To end it.
To end it.
However, she couldn't find the strength or courage to get up off the couch to commit the deed or go get help. She swallowed and wanted to cry as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on the couch, staring with fear on the floor.
It looked like Madison was back at Square One.
Author's Note: It's short, I know. Again, I bring you another depressing fanfic. Really, I fear I may not have the capacity or the interest to write a slightly happy fanfiction. However, I think I should probably force myself to do it one of these days. Maybe. Just maybe. Well, I hope you liked it in all of it's depressingness. I need to quit adding -ness to words that don't need it.