Chapter 37

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The Next Day

The night was pretty uneventful. Garcia knew asking questions about why Rossi and I were so solemn wouldn't end in good news. Personally I couldn't wait until we had left this stupid hellhole of a state. I started to really hate this state since my mum's death. I suppose it was understandable. Then this state turned into a hellhole once I had been kidnapped. It had turned into hell once Morgan died. Now I didn't know how to describe it since I knew my father figure, my college, my friend, my leader, one of my best friends, my Hotch had died. This state was the worst state in America for me! Maybe even the worst state in the world.

I turned my head across to the blue glowing clock on the bed side cabinet. The time read 6:42 AM. It was dark and I could only see silluettes of the objects around the room. The door was slightly open and a bright, yellow light was shining through the gap. I saw a couple of green, wine bottles in the line of the light. From what I could see, the wine bottles were a posh, European variety of wine. I noticed that I wasn't alone on the bed. I heard a loud snoring from beside me. I looked behind to see Garcia in a blue eye mask with long eyelashes on the front over her eyes. Her blond hair was perfectly curled and looked gorgeous. It struck me that last night's memories were a bit blurry. "I should remember everything almost perfectly…" I whispered to myself. I had an idea what had happened last night. I envisioned that Rossi had ordered the best wine and probably the best cigars and we tried to drown our sorrows with expensive alcohol. I knew answers would be found until Rossi had woken up. And he wasn't going to wake up until at least 9. If not 10! I decided I needed to rehydrate myself again. I decided to go down the stairs and find a tap and a glass or something.

I slowly walked out of the room and closed the door slowly and quietly behind me. I slowly walked down the hallway towards the grand staircase. All the muscles in my body seemed to ache and I began to feel quite dizzy and faint. I had to hold on to something or else I would have fallen over or something. The world seemed to be turning in my head nothing seemed to stay in one point for too long. I had managed to grab on to the stair rail before I fell down the stairs. Surely this wasn't just alcohol! It couldn't be just alcohol.

"You didn't hear did you?" A woman's voice came from behind me. I was extremely worried. I hadn't heard this voice anywhere before. This woman was definitely evil. She wasn't someone I knew let alone met before. I tried to move but I seemed to be paralyzed. "I killed Derek Morgan and I am here to kill you. Unluckily for you all of my compassion has gone. My compassion went when I killed your friend. I believe his name was Derek Morgan. Your death will be much slower and more painful. Maybe someone might find you before this poison ravages all of the depths of your brain. Maybe you will be lucky and not lose the gift of speech before I leave…" The woman said. I summoned all the power of my body into straining "What did you do to Morgan?" The wicked woman just laughed and turned my head to her evil form. She had long perfectly curled hair (just like Garcia's but instead of being blond it was a dark chestnut colour) and she had an almost perfect body. It was curvatious and she had big boobs which seemed to overpower her whole body.

She looked down at me and said "I shot him and he died. But I didn't see him die. I ran away and escaped. I am going to watch you die Dr Reid. I don't care who rescues you or if I get arrested, I want to see you die…"

I helplessly said "But why? I haven't done anything wrong…"

"You obviously don't understand what you did. You never noticed me. You never say me the way I wanted you to. You never spoke with me. You never thought of me or loved me. I am going to show you the real me. I want to make you death so slow and painful. I want you to remember me. This poison isn't going to kill you. Well not completely kill you. But I will" She injected me fully with the vial of some sort of poison and dragged me off to a fully open white hotel room door. She placed me onto the perfectly made bed. The sheets were perfectible made. They hadn't been slept on. I doubted they had ever been slept on. The sheets looked like they were brand new. They were a perfect white. The room seemed to being going too fast for me to notice anything else.

I heard her slam the door behind her. It was me and her on our own in this hotel room. "So, what shall I do first?" She whispered to herself. This could only mean very bad things for me. I doubt she would go after anyone else after she had killed me. But she wasn't going to make this quick or painless.