Oh, haven't updated in a while have I? Sorry about that. Ok on to the story.
When I woke up, I was confused. My MCR poster was hanging in front of me. I was having weird dreams lately, but going home with some kind of, purple guy? What was happening to my mind? I sat up, reaching over the side of the bed to grab my hairbrush from my dresser. I felt around, but there was only air. I finally unsquinted my eyes, and saw that the wallpaper was a deep red. Not my usual faded black. I felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through my body. I shot out of bed, checking the door, it was locked. There were no windows and the only light source was a small lamp in the corner. I dug into my pocket, feeling around for my phone. I couldn't find it. Panicking I started pounding and clawing on the door, screaming for him to let me out. I gave up as my fists started to bruise and bleed. Then I heard a small click. The door slowly creaked open. Vincent was there. His eyes opened wide as he saw the claw marks on the door, and how I had basically torn off my nails. "What the...?" He said after a few moments. I stood and lunged at him, Trying to claw at his eyes. He pushed me off and pinned me to the floor. "Calm down. Ok? Calm, I won't hurt you. I promise." His eyes turned softer as my blood pressure slowed down. "Ok, ok." He said. "That's better." He got off me and stood. "Now can you tell me what happened in here?" I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't explain. All I said was, "I thought you locked me in here..." It came out much weaker than I had expected it too, but it didn't look like he cared. "What?" He looked confused. "Well, the door was locked, and I couldn't find my phone. Plus I was in some random guys' house, so I put two and two together, and... ya know.." I tried explaining, but it just sounded like I was crazy when i said it out loud. "First of all, I locked the door because it's a random habit of mine. Second, your phone is right there.." He pointed to a corner of my blue phone case poking out from under the bed, "and lastly, you agreed to come here." When he explained it like that it made way more sense. "Oh..." I stumbled to find words. He sat down in front of me and put a finger up to shush me. "All I want to know, is if your ok?" I looked down again. It looked like I had just killed someone, my hands were bloody and my nails were jagged, torn off on some fingers. The shock of everything started to wear off, and I felt the pain coming. I looked away from my hands, and back up at Vincent. His eyes had a look of concern in them. It was weird to be so worried about someone you just met. He was so close that our knees were touching. We stared at eachtoher, and were inturuped by my phone ringing. I jumped and grabbed it. "Hello? Yeah, I got her. Hey we need you up here now. Yeah, apparently they found some kid's body outside of the pizzeria. She was stabbed to death. Wait, oh, mmhhmm, sorry got to go. Come as fast as possible. Bye." The worker didn't stop once to let me speak. Vincent looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "Murder." Was the best answer I had.
Geez, that was a loong chapter. I started to fangirl really hard while making this chapter for some reason.*wink wink* ok all I have to say was I enjoyed making this chapter alot, mostly because I have a pretty vivid imagination, and my favorite scenes to write are ones where the character goes crazy. There was a hint in there about what vincent does in his free time. First person to find it gets to decide what happens in a future chapter! R R please, it helps improve my writing and polish my ideas.