Please Read and Review. who knows. you might like it. Homecoming Horror Part Two
When I came to, I had to discern my new surroundings. I had to meditate over what happened. The last thing I remembered was being attacked in the bathroom at the Homecoming Dance by Bri. She had wrested me from the dance. I know that if I had been conscious I wouldn't have gone willingly. I wasn't sure but the furniture around me looked like it was from a different epoch. The way it looked, I was in some sort of citadel.
I wasn't sure if Bri had worked alone or if she had had an accomplice. I was appalled that she would do this to me. She was my best friend. Why couldn't she act like it? I couldn't help but wonder what she told my other friends that I had gone to the dance with. She probably just told them that I had called my parents and they came and picked me up. My brain was in chaos trying to figure out what had happened.
After an immeasurable amount of time, I heard a groan from next to me. I looked over and saw Brianna tied to a chair next to me. That made me think about something. If Bri was tied to a chair next to me, who was in custody of me and, apparently, Bri? As she regained consciousness I feigned sleep to see what she would do. When she had woken completely, she started to sputter many sentences in brevity. It was as if she was trying to wake me up to a deluge of apologies. A "woke up." When I did, her apologies stepped up a notch.
"I'm so sorry Breanna. She had me brainwashed. She said it would be better if you weren't around. I denied it for a while, but her arguments were really convincing."
"I kind of got that part when you SMASHED MY HEAD INTO THE MIRROR!"
"I'm really sorry about that. By the way, you looked really nice that night."
"Wait, how long have I been out?"
"Before she knocked me out, you had been out of it for about two days."
"That reminds me, who is this 'she' you keep talking about?"
"Marisa. She's jealous of you and all your friends. She has low self-esteem. She's obsessed with your life."
"Why me? I'm not a celebrity."
"I don't know. Is there any way I can redeem our friendship? I'm really very sorry about my part of this."
I decided to relent and let her salvage our friendship. After all, she might be able to give me counsel on how to escape. I might be able to help her as well. For a while, I strongly censured her on her actions towards me. I was kind of angry still. Well that's all I can tell you right now. I'm tired and I think I hear footsteps coming up here.