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Chapter 4

This was it

Wasn't it?

There were no flashing lights, no great tunnel, just darkness.

But if she wasn't dying, then what was happening?

Wendy slowly sat up, clutching her head. She must have hit it pretty hard when she fell. The last thing she could remember was...

Ian.

Panic tore at her. She ran to the door of the small room she was currently in, frantically tearing at the handle, only to discover it was locked.

"Figures" she thought, sinking to the floor. "Captured, room, locked door. Makes sense"

Footsteps outside caught Wendys ears. Getting closer and closer, until they stopped right outside the door before her.

Keys taken out, locks turned, and before she knew it, Ian was stood in the doorway, smirking down at her.

It was brilliant, He knew it was.

Ian stood, looking round the room once more. Why kill Wendy, when he could slowly drive her insane.

Death made it go away, this made the pain stay for a long time, if not forever.

"Why haven't you just killed me yet" whispered Wendy as she shakily got to her feet, staring him in the eye. "Thats what you want right, Erin revenged. You think it was my fault don't you?"

Ian stared back. "Thats not good enough. Why would I do that when I can do this." he stated simply. "Look around Wendy."

For the first time, Wendy took in her surroundings.

What she saw make her heart break inside.

The walls were green, the ceiling was green, the carpet was green and pictures of her and Jason filled the room.

Tears came to her eyes. "No.." she whispered quietly. "Please, no..."

"What?" Ian asked innocently. "Something wrong?"

Wendy only stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ian slapped his hand to his head. "Oh wait!" he said, wide eyed in mock shock. "Wasn't green Jasons favourite colour? And how silly, you don't want to be reminded of all those memories of him by seeing these pictures"

He took a step into the room and gazed around, then turned back to Wendy, his expression hardened. "How thoughtless of me."

Wendy broke. She rushed at him, screaming words Ian couldn't quite make out, her face stained with tears.

Ian easily sidestepped her, and pushed her back, causing her to fall to the floor.

"Again, im being so rude!" He exclaimed, raising his hands to his head. "I haven't offered you anything to eat!"

He paused looking seemingly thoughtful. "How does a pepperoni pizza sound? With Root beer?"

Wendy sank further down to the carpet where she had fallen. Jasons favourite.

Seeing her reaction, Ian strode out the room, and returned with a slice of pizza and a can of root beer. Placing them down near wendy he turned to leave again.

"Don't worry Wendy. Its not like it was your fault or anything" he said, looking her in the eye. "Oh but wait a minute" he chuckled. "It was."

With that he strode out the room, whistling away to himself.

As she heard the lock turn again, and the footsteps fade away, Wendys brain could only think of one thing.

If she wasn't going to die, and there was no white light awaiting her anytime soon, then would this be better than death? Or much much worse?

With this she tucked her knees to her chest, and cried herself to sleep, haunted in her mind by the images surrounding her.

Waiting for tomorrow to begin.

I'm so sorry I took so much longer to update this than I said, I've been so busy working for my exams. I've had to repost this to correct some spelling errors, my brains frazzled lately. Hope you like the chapter, feedbacks always appreciated.

Laura.