The Last Night
Chapter Eleven: Lost, But Found Again
Ally felt something grab her shoulder, then her leg. Then, something grabbed her other shoulder and leg and she was lifted off the ground. She kept her eyes shut, hoping that whatever it was would believe she was dead. Suddenly, she heard a voice enter her head.
"WAKE UP, ALLY! You need to still be alive." She heard someone yell into her face.
She forced her eyes open and stared into the crying face of her love, Austin. Her eyes widened. She thought that she wouldn't see him in forever. The storm had ended, but the floods were still there. She was soaked to the bone and her ribs stuck out. She was a pale yellowish-white. She was sick, and she was cursed.
"We're going to get you to a safer place, Alls." He was smiling, with tears still streaming down his face.
She awoke in a hospital bed. It was a dream. It must be! Ally was back in the Miami Hospital for the Mentally Ill again. It was going to be another living Hell, but now for the rest of her life!
Cassidy walked by dressed in the manly nurse costume that Austin's dad had worn on the night Ally disappeared from the house several weeks ago. She didn't pass Ally, though without a crack from her new whip. A welt started growing on Ally's left arm. It began to bleed, as well. Then, the doors to her cell were opened and another, new nurse led her down a dark passageway, that was dimly lit and obviously ages old. Ally had an increasing fear of what was about to meet her.
A small door at the very end of the old stereotypical horror movie corridor was opened for her and she was pushed through, and locked in. There was a tall, lanky human in the room with her, hidden in the shadows. She could see the dim light reflect off his gleaming, pearly white teeth.
"W-who are you?" Ally stuttered.
"Dallas, milady."
And that was what started it. Dallas lunged at her. He pressed her against the wall and started to push into her. It was a guy and a girl and it was rape.