(Emily's pov)
3 hours earlier
As I sat on my bed thinking about everything that had happened over the last few days I find myself crying and missing my mum, the girls and rosewood. I wonder if anyone is looking for us yet, as I sat thinking I receive a text on the phone I found a couple of days ago I open the text and read the words shown on the screen.
"You better sleep with your eyes open, I'm coming for you bitch – A."
As I see the words my heart starts beating faster than ever. I know that my fear is not hidden anymore, what's going to happen to me I thought to myself I find myself wishing I could see Ali she's the person I want to see most but I don't know why. When I think about her I get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach like butterflies. I push the thought out of my mind and tried to focus on what I am going to do I can't escape because there is no other way out except the door which is always locked apart from when food and water is pushed through a small gap in the door when A delivers it. I can feel my eyes getting heavy but I'm too scared to go to sleep I lay down on the bed as my thoughts drift back to Ali. I wish I could be close to her to feel the warmth of her embrace but before I can stop myself my eyes close and I fall asleep with my thoughts focused only on Ali.
1 hour later
My eyes flutter open and I notice that I'm not in my room anymore its dark and cold and I can't really see anything. Oh no I realised I had fell asleep I go to stand up and can't move my arms I look down to see that my hands are tied to a pole behind me that's when panic sets in and I let out a muffled scream as my mouth is sealed with duct tape. I know that the fear is visible on my face as tears stream down my cheeks, as I look up and a figure steps out of the shadows wearing a mask and black hoodie I knew straight away that it was A i think its a boy because the figure looks broad. As he comes closer I notice he has a camera in his hand and then I see a flash as he takes a picture of me. After doing that he puts his hand inside his pocket and pulls out what looks like a syringe with a needle attached to the end. He repeats his actions once more and this time I see a glint of sliver and realise that he is holding a knife. I start screaming and trying to pull myself free, but the rope is too tight as I feel the sting of the rope against my skin as it cuts into my wrists. A comes closer to me as I struggle harder to escape from him but it's no use. I feel a cat like scratch as the needle is inserted into my arm and the liquid is push through the syringe as I once again descend into darkness the last thing I see and hear are his cold hateful eyes and his menacing laugh.