Chapter 1
Blood drips onto the floor as the knife slides against my throat, "shit, don't kill me,don't kill me"I quietly yell, this can't be happening, Geller can't be doing this to me. "Do as I say and maybe you won't die"he says leaving the knife in my hand and forcing it up to my throat. He puts his hand on my shoulder and tries to lead me to a closet but I fight back and then the knife cuts into flesh and I'm bleeding. "mm mm mm, Travis if you did as I said you wouldn't be dying right now"he says throwing me to the floor. He leaves the room, leaving me to die, but I drag myself across the floor and to a phone. I dial the number with bloodied hands and let the receiver fall to the ground so it's close to me, "911 what's your emergency"the operator asks, "Help me"I say quietly,"sir what's happening right now,are you OK"she asks, "my throat's been slit,no"I murmur, "k we'll get you help,try to hold pressure on your neck alright"she says, "K"I say. I go quiet after that fading in and out of consciousness, until the door to the old church opens. Then voices sound, "Shit he's in here, it looks like he did this to himself"a voice sounds as they reach up for a pulse, "he's barely alive"the same voice,a male one says.
I see someone reach for the knife until someone tells them to leave it for the cops later.
They lift me onto a gurney after getting me stablelized then I start to become more aware, moving a bit, "shh don't move, can you write your name for me real quick"she asks gently, I nod my head yes and then I write on the pen and pad that she's given me, Travis Marshall. Then they load me into the ambulance and we take off to the hospital. I lose conciousnees as we get farther and farther down the road driving into the night.