Heey Guys :) Thanks so much for the reviews, I'm only 12 and just started writing fanfic so sorry if I suck. So Here's chapter 2
Oh and Special Thanks to angel n devil to be the first one to review ! Love your fanfics :)
Where am I ? What's happening to me ? How can I escape ?
Millions of questions filled my head, everything around me was darkness. Everything was in complete silent, so still that I could hear time beating in my eardrums. There was no movement, my eyes shut tightly not knowing what happened to me. As time passed I felt something across my chest making me uneasy, I find it hard to breathe, as if I had a boulder in my lungs.
Soon, breathing with my nose was too much to handle, I started breathing with my mouth being as silent as possible. My eyes sprang open , my head leaning forward a little. Tension was creeping up on me , I was still in Courtney 's room .I spotted Courtney sleeping on the bed , her snore filled the room. She was suppose to be guarding me. My eyes wandered around the room non-stop trying to find an exit besides the door or window . The door is not an option and the window is locked up.
I looked down to see myself tied up to a chair, my sweat was soaking in the layers of ropes. It was tight but didn't hurt, I tried wiggling out of it . I tried to shrug the rope off my shoulders making sure I make no sound to wake Courtney up. I was more focused of making sure the brunette doesn't wake up. As careful as a human can, I tried to stand up with the wooden chair tied to be. I placed my feet flat on the floor and push all my weigh into it, I began bending forward slightly. Everything was slow and steady, my palm were all sweaty. Moving a few millimeters per second, I bent forward until I was on my feet but still bending because of the chair.
Fortunately , a pair of scissors caught my attention. It glimmered in my eyes like some sort of impossible miracle. I glanced over to Courtney who was still in a deep sleep, I lifted my foot off the ground slightly of the wooden floor and tried to take my first step. A small creak came out of the wooden floor as I landed my foot on the wooden floor making my first move. I looked over to Courtney with my heart racing to see if she heard the creak. But due to her loud snore , the creak blended in. I sighed softly in relief.
My attention was brought back to the pair of scissors in front me, it was so damn close yet so far away. My back started hurting and the chair was really slowing me down, it felt like I was carrying a boulder. Pain gushed over me , my spine would snap any minute but I quickly brushed the feeling off me. I took a deep breath and lifted my other foot. I grunted with every step , not enough air was going through my body. I tried to as softly as I could landing my foot on the old wooden floor, the creaking sound got to Courtney 's ear. I felt as if my heart just stopped beating.
Courtney fluttered her eyes open but barely and fell back to sleep. I gulped as quietly as I could. After many steps of pain, I reached the pair of red scissors laying on the table mocking me. I sat back down on the chair, my back cracked a little. My arms are both tied to my sides, I tried moving it but nothing worked, great! I'm here next to the scissors and I can't do anything. The only thing I could move was my head and legs. I had absolutely no choice but to used my mouth to get the scissors.
I pushed all the thoughts of accidents I can cause while holding the scissors with my mouth like cutting my tongue or swallowing the scissors. My face was drenched with sweat, I felt a few rolling down my pale cheeks. I leaned forward slowly to the pair of scissors laying before me. I open my mouth slightly , I closed my eyes and grabbed a hold off the red handle with my teeth making sure I wasn't making any noise whatsoever. I leaned my back back to the wooden chair with the red pair of scissors in my mouth. I looked down at my pale hands which got bruises at my wrists due to the tightness of the rope. How am I going to get the scissors to my hands ? I could drop the scissors down to my thigh but I could cut myself open. I tilted my head down as close to my thigh as possible , let go of the scissors from my mouth. It roughly landed on my thigh cutting a few inches of the thigh open and making a long line in the black sweat pants I was wearing. Blood quickly gushed out of my wound, the cut was a bit deep. I wanted to scream in pain so badly but quickly bit down my tongue hard to a point where it bleeds. Tears filled my eyes , the wound was stinging like hell.
My arms have rope burn, my wrist is bruised , my thigh is flooded with blood and my back is killing me. But this is all going to be worth it, if I get out of here… I think. My fingers slowly moved to my thigh where the scissors covered in blood was, my fingers trying desperately trying to move only to be holding back of the rope. I pushed my hands forward harshly making the rope peel off a bit of my skin, I hissed in pain. After a long struggle, I got a hold of the bloody scissors handle with my weak index finger. I managed to put it through the hoop of the scissors dragging it to my side. A huge wave of relief rushed through me.
The rest was easy, with one hand I began cutting into the rope with the scissors, my blood stained the rope. With one last cut, the rope fell down to the ground, the pore around my chest area can finally breathe again. But I was still in a world of pain, I could barely stand up , I clinched to my injured thigh. Half of my leg was covered in blood, I looked in the mirror, I looked like someone who just came back from a war. I had no time to waste, ignoring the throbbing pain in my thigh, I reached my arm out to the phone. I could barely pick it up, my grip was slippery and wasn't stable. I held Courtney's pink phone it my head and called for help. I left bloody finger prints all over her shiny phone. From what just happened a was impatient, I was shaking, I have no clue what would happen if Courtney wakes up.
I dialed and waited for an answer . I've never been so frustrated, I felt like banging my head into the wall and end my life right now but since I'm a catholic, it's a sin. After a long while of waiting, I felt like giving up when a voice answered.
" Hello? Who's this ? " My eyes widen with joy.
" Pixie Corpse, it's Gwen!I need help " I whispered quickly into the phone fearing that anyone might hear me.
" Omg! Gwen! How are you on the phone ? Did you find money ?" her voice was filled with joy and she went on with questions. I have no time for that now, I need to get out of here !FAST
" Pixie Corpse! I don't have time, You have to save me now ! It's a emergency " I whispered/yelled.
I could feel her smile drop on the other line of the phone, " What happened ? Where are you ?" her voice dramatically tensed up.
I had no clue where the hell, I am. I looked out the window to see the street name on the pole. It was dark outside but there was a lot of street lamps.
" Lincoln Street " , I looked down from the window to see the mail-bow " No.4 , Lincoln street , just get me out of here , please ". This is the most desperate I've ever been, I realized how weak I sounded.
" Ohkay! Hang on " and she hanged up.
From now until Pixie gets here I have to stay silent and not wake Courtney up. That's easy…. I could hardly stand up, I collapsed down into a corner. I rocked back and forth trying to keep calm, I felt like a person going crazy from lack of food. My skin has sick colour to it, my bags drooping down, I was freaking out. Pixie, please hurry, pleeassse.
It seemed like forever , time had never moved so slow . Courtney still have no idea what's going on, I had to keep myself quite. I just sat there , curled to a ball in a corner with a trail of blood from the chair. At least I have a great friend , Pixie Corpse, we are best friends but she was banded from seeing me for over a year, she was filthy rich. Lived in a mansion , had servant, caring family ..etc . While I was homeless, poor, nowhere to go , I feel so low standing next to her. Wait, I feel low standing next to anyone. We haven't spoken since, she doesn't know about my adopted father's death. Now she going to see how lame and stuck up I am. But this is my life, I don't expect anything good happening.
A silent tear rolled down my cheeks, I was cut off my depressing thoughts when the window smashed open caught me out guard. Glass flew everywhere, I avoid most of them, a few mini ones made their way in my skin. This woke Courtney up completely, her eyes flickered open with shock , she sat up with her mouth forming a big 'O'.
I was scared and felt numb,
" Gwen ! JUMP" screamed Pixie down the window. I had no other choice, I took a leap out of the window and a pair of strong arms caught me. I opened my eyes to see Reaper ( Pixie's friend ), the three of us hopped in Reaper's Van and drove off .
" ARRRRGGGHHH! THEY GOT AWAAAYYY!" was heard in the distance.
I sat in the back of the car staring down at my feet in horror as Pixie and Reaper sat in the front, I cannot believe I escaped. I was about to pinch myself to see If I'm dreaming but realized I'm injured enough. I'm so thankful to have Pixie as a friend, I guess Reaper but I only met him a few times. My breathing was loud, I can't thank Pixie enough.
" Thankyou " I said still in shock and trying to catch my breathe.
" Thankyou ? Are you serious ? What happened ? " screamed Pixie in shock turning around from her seat to see my injured body. Blood really stands out on me due to my pale skin.
" Yeah Gwen, did that chic cut you ? Let's call the cops " said Reaper in a worried tone.I felt dizzy like I'm going to throw up, I can't concentrate on anything.
"No.. I diid " I mumbled .
After that was a blur, it was like a cloud clogging up all my senses.
I apologize for ending a chapter with Gwen blacking out twice in a row , hehe. If you have an idea please tell me.