Hey there, this is my first story on this website. The story is already complete, so I will update it soon, but still chapter by chapter. I would also like to mention that English is not my mother tongue and I will therefore not be held responsible for any mistakes :) (That's also why I will update it chapter by chapter. It takes time to translate it.)
AND: This is not a romantic or symbrock/Veddie/etc. story! They are friends, just like in the movies.
PS: Leave me a review, if you want. I would appreciate that.
Where am I? How did I get here? What is this place? These were questions that had been running through her head for several minutes and she was trying desperately to answer. But she just couldn't remember how she got here, no matter how hard she tried.
So she continued to wander down the dark corridor. Fog made it difficult to see the hand in front of the eyes, and the flickering neon lights on the ceiling didn't make it any better. She was incredibly cold. There was nothing here to take her away from here. No door, no window. Just the endless cold. With each metre her fear grew, which eventually gained the upper hand. She had to get out of here. This place wasn't meant for her eyes. But she felt a certain familiarity. It reminded her of something. . . or maybe someone?
She came to her senses and focused on her escape. Not a second longer she wanted to stay here, so she kept searching the walls for doors. Screaming was still an option, she thought, but nobody here would hear her. No one would come to her rescue.
She was all alone.
Her courage slowly left her and she was afraid again, but from a distance she saw the outline of something that gave her new courage: a door! She ran to her and tore her open, but…stopped. What she saw was too horrifying. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she couldn't look away. So much cruelty. In front of her lay a girl, probably her own age. Her long brown hair fell slightly over her shoulders. A few weeks ago she was walking around town. Now she just lay motionless on the ground, full of small cuts from which she must have obviously bled to death in agony. Her wrists and ankles had blue casts and her pale eyes stared straight at her.
She didn't want to believe it and looked away. What was done to her was too inhuman. But when she looked around, she immediately saw where she was. A chill ran down her spine. She was shaking all over and her heart rate rose dangerously. She had to leave here immediately! He would come back soon to finish his work. Panic spread through her and she ran back out into the corridor. If he finds her here, she's in for far worse than the girl. She ran on, on and on, her lungs were burning and her energy was slowly draining, until the corridor suddenly ended in a dead end. There was only one word written in blood on the wall: CARNAGE.
She woke up drenched in sweat and thrashing wildly in panic. She looked around, carefully analysing the area to make sure she was safe. But it took her several minutes to calm down. When her phone rang and she checked her watch, she finally got up and took a shower. After turning on the coffee maker, she got the mail in from outside and went through the letters. A postcard, a letter from the insurance company and a lot of advertising, so nothing important. She didn't had the nerve for it at the moment anyway. The shock of her nightmare still lay too deep. As she threw everything on the kitchen table, she noticed a smaller letter under the stack. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was worn out and obviously got wet several times. The many stamps also testified to his long journey. But despite the blurred writing, she could clearly read the place of his origin. San Quentin Prison in San Francisco had sent her a letter.