Chapter three is written again by my darling friend. This is the original, as it obviously had to be edited before a teacher read it...
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Oh God. First Jeffree, now Tommy. Where is this kid anyway? He must've wandered off, probably in that run-down ward. How stupid can you get?
Well, I guess it's up to me to save his non-existent ass. Adam's freaking out over the guy's disappearance and keeps pacing back and forth with a crazy look in his eyes, so I guess he's not going to be any help. These people…
I pull my "Kill the hipsters" shirt down a little bit, exposing more of my tattoos, and start walking up the hill towards the building. I don't even get half way when I slip and fall on my face. Damn it, these boots are slippery! I hope no one saw that, because that was really…wait. No one saw that, because no one EVER comes around here. Except for the druggies and smokers. Ok, maybe I've been here once or twice. But that's not important right now, I need to find this little cunt.
When I finally reach the ward, I see the front door has been kicked in. Good job, Tommy. Hold up, is that a scrap of his jacket? I got him that thing, and it cost me a fortune. I am going to kick him in the balls when I see him.
Walking in, the first thing I notice is the horrible lighting. It keeps flickering on and off and I think I'm going to start having seizures. I adjust my eyes and I can see cells. Burned-out cells. Some are open, some are bolted shut. One of them catches my eye. It's wide open and there's something pink in it. I edge closer and realize it's one of Jeffree's Louis Vuitton high heels. But…where's the rest of him? No use carrying it around like Cinderella's prince or something, so I just leave it. He can get it himself.
I decide to look around. Hmmm…where would a drunk, transvestite diva and an equally drunk, possibly homosexual blonde prettyboy be? Oh God, I hope they aren't fucking around in some cell. The thought makes me shudder and I immediately banish the thought from my head. Anyway, even if they were, I'd hear them. Trust me, Jeffree isn't exactly "quiet" when it comes down to it. Don't ask me how I know. I just do. Anyway, enough with the rambling, I seriously need to find them.
I have no idea where to look for them, so I'm kind of just wandering around. After walking in several cells and finding nothing, I've got half a mind to just walk out of here and forget about it. I'm about to turn around and head back to Adam's car, but in the corner of my eye I see a streak of light underneath a door. It doesn't budge when I try to push it open, so I back up and run at it, ramming myself against it. It flies open and I fall on the cold, concrete floor. The door shuts behind me with a silent thud and I'm left alone in the dark.
Jesus, why is the room dark? There was light coming from here a minute ago! I feel something liquid and warm running down my forehead. Blood. Fantastic. Great job, Jayy, you've really done it now. Getting up, I notice this room is freezing. I dust myself off and try to get my eyes used to the darkness. Since I can't see a damn thing, I'm feeling around the walls, looking for a light switch. While I'm stumbling around like an idiot, I feel something brush the top of my hair.
Of course, I start flailing like a spaz and shrieking like a little girl. I commence running around the room, crashing into everything. After about two minutes of utter rapture, I crash into what is probably a table and I fall (again). Alright Jayy, calm the fuck down. Breathe or something, relax. Ok…I'm good. Where am I? It's pitch black, cold, and smells like acid.
I have absolutely no idea where I am. No way in Hell I'm getting up again, so I just remain seated on the floor. I don't know how long I plan on sitting here, but I am NOT planning on walking around and crashing in another damn table.
Eventually I get bored. So. Freaking. Bored. So I begin singing a shitty screamo version of a Taylor Swift song. Just because I am so awesome. I barely get to the second verse of "I Knew You Were Trouble" when I hear a door open. It sounds far away at first, but as I hear another one that's much closer, I get worried. All of a sudden, the lights turn on.
Everything goes white. I shield my eyes and fall backwards. Damn it, what is this?! Blinking my eyes, I push myself back up. Oh my GOD. Oh…oh my God! Tommy…Jeffree…they're dead! They're set up like marionettes, both of them hanging from the ceiling. Jeffree's eyes are gouged out and his shoulders are totally dislocated. There's a huge gash in his stomach and his clothes are drenched in blood.
Tommy's face is covered in blood, neck snapped, eyes wide open, lungs spilling out of his chest. He must've drowned in his own blood. There's another guy there too, but I don't recognize him. He's burned and scarred pretty badly, his long blonde hair is matted and bloody. His wrists are crudely slashed, and there's a gaping hole where his heart would be.
They're all hanging there, like twisted puppets, and I can't take it anymore. I start throwing up and feel extremely lightheaded. It appears I'm going to pass out, but a voice jolts me up.
"Hello, and welcome to Dr. Vanity's little doll display. What's your name, boy?" His voice is smooth, calm, and absolutely maniacal. I don't see him, and frankly I don't want to. Involuntarily, I manage to choke out my name.
"Jayy. My n-name is…Jayy V-Von Monroe…" By now I'm feeling so sick I can barely breathe, and I'm struggling to stay conscious.
"Jayy, what a lovely name. Well, I'm glad you could make it, Jayy. You look like you'd make a wonderful addition to my…collection." Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the fuck up. No way in Hell, Heaven, the Underworld, Narnia, or whatever! I'm not going to stick around and become part of this psycho's "collection". But there's nowhere I can run to. I'm trapped in here with the bodies of my best friends, some other dead guy, and a deranged maniac.
A movement coming from somewhere in front of me brings me back out to reality. For a second, I'm not even sure what I'm looking at. He's a monster. His eyes are shot open and the color of ice, black hair covering his disfigured face. I can't help but stare in horror as he creeps toward me and I desperately crawl back in a pathetic attempt to get away from him. I find myself cornered, with him standing only a few feet away, a syringe filled with a suspicious blue liquid in his hand. Shrinking in the corner, I cover my eyes like a child, waiting for my end.
The last thing I hear is his demonic cackle, and the last thing I feel is the cold, sharp sting of the needle piercing my arm. Even though my eyes are shut, I see swirling patterns of purple and green. He probably gave me LSD or something. I feel myself slowly passing out, and soon, I'm knocked out cold.
When I wake up, it's as though I'm suspended in mid-air. Am I dead? Is this some sort of out-of-body experience? I'm actually half expecting to look down and see my own body lying there. But I don't. That means I'm alive. And why the Hell am I floating?! I look up and see my hands bound together and I'm hung like a marionette. A sick feeling floods over me and I look to my right. Tommy, Jeffree, and Blonde Guy are next to me.
I don't even notice that my previously white shirt is soaked with my own blood until I feel something hot and wet against my chest. I attempt to look down, but the most horrifying pain I've ever experienced hits me like a ton of bricks. Blood spurts and gushes out of my throat. I try to scream, but no sound comes out except for a pitiful growl. Reality dawns on me: my vocal chords have been torn out.
Tears flood my eyes and spill on my face, partly for the loss of my vocal chords (I was an aspiring singer) and the pain that went along with it, but mostly for fear. I am terrified of this Dr. Vanity. I know I'm going to die for sure, but I don't know how. Is he going to leave me here and bleed to death? Maybe he'll finish me off like Jeffree or Tommy or Blonde Guy. Just as I'm imagining a gruesome scenario involving rabid dogs, Dr. Vanity slinks in. Holding a blood-stained chainsaw.
Oh shit. I begin struggling madly, twisting around aimlessly. Dr. Vanity laughs humorlessly.
"Now Jayy, do you really think you're going to escape? The moment you stepped in here I secured the entire area. There's no way out."
Those words feel like a nightmare. I start to cry, weak, silent sobs of desperation. Between sobs I choke and cough up blood. This is atrocious. Dr. Vanity pulls the chord of the chainsaw and the sound nearly shatters my eardrums. There's no point in struggling anymore, so I just relax and wait.
I hear is the screaming of the chainsaw, and I feel the jagged blade penetrate my abdomen, the blood cascading down like a sick waterfall. I don't even scream. Mainly because I can't. The pain is there, I assure you, and I don't even want to think about it. I open my turquoise eyes and stare in his lidless ones.
And I stay like that until we're both done.
