Just a quick warning, this chapter is quite graphic. Don't read if you don't deal with violence/mild gore very well

*Alexa POV*

Everything is dark. All I see is shadowy figure somewhere in the distance. Am I dead? I can feel my body. Am I dreaming? My whole body is being lifted. My feet aren't touching the ground. Where am I? I can hear things, people, moving around. I can feel the breeze as they rush past me. I can hear their hushed whispers. Who are they? Eyes. Blood red. Staring at me. No body, no face, just eyes. Sizing me up. Judging me. Then another set. More and more blood red eyes open around me. Then some shuffling footsteps in the floor. The figure has gotten closer. Behind me, there is a whine, and a scratch on the floor. It sounds like a claw scratching a concrete floor. I cringe. I try to move, but I'm chained to something. I know not to struggle, I've seen a lot of films. Am I being kidnapped? Or am I dreaming?
"It's been a while" a familiar voice breathes into my ear, sending a chill down my spine. Who is this man? I gulp slightly, blinking back tears.
"You know, it's your fault, what happened" He whispers again, and that's when I realize who is keeping me here. I hear a metal object being pulled from somewhere. I see the glint of the gigantic kitchen knife. He traces my cheek lightly with the end of the blade.
"Are- are you going to kill me?" I ask, as bravely as I can. He cackles.
"Eager, are we? No, not quite yet. I just want you to know that it's your fault. If you hadn't have been such a little shit, Dan would never have left Phil. Phil would have never have become an alcoholic. He would never have gone to the class to get over it. Never would have had to drive home. Never would have crashed the car. It's not Phil's fault. It's yours. Now I want you to feel the pain I went through when I lost the one thing I love. Now how does this feel?" A light comes on. Chained to the wall and gagged are 3 familiar face. One with brown hair and an earring. One with black hair and mismatched socks. One with red hair and a lip ring. Their clothes are torn and ruined, their faces pale, their eyes full of fear. Dan, Phil and Cherry. I take the time to notice the red eyes are in fact wolves. A scared whimper comes from somewhere in the room. It takes a couple of seconds to realize that the sound came from me.
"Shut up! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way"
"Like there would be a difference" I bite back, trying to hide the terror eating away at me.
"Okay then, you selfish little bitch. Hows this?" He turns around, and marches over to Cherry, his boots scuffing the floor. She closes her eyes. She makes a loud noise, and when he turns around, I see blood, the colour of her hair, dripping down her arm. Her eyes cloud over and her head falls to the side. Her chest moves up and down, proving she's not actually dead, but has passed out. She's never been one to deal well with pain.
"And it could get so much worse" He has an evil glint in his deep green eyes.
"Please! If you want me to suffer, torture me! Leave my family and friends alone! Please!" I plead with him. The knife tickles my cheek again.
"BUT THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE SUFFERING LIKE I DID! It's all well being in pain, but I want you to feel the pain I went through when my husband was so un-rightly taken away from me! You'll never go through the emotional pain I went through otherwise!" He moves his hand quickly, and I scream in pain. The blood pours down my cheek, mixing with the salty liquid coming from my eyes.
"I told you to SHUT UP" He slaps the same cheek, and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming again. Tears prick at my eyes.
"But why? This isn't you PJ! Please! It's not my fault!" He pulls something from inside his coat and turns around.
"Now here's the deal. Every time you open that selfish little gob of yours, another person suffers, Now who'll it be this time?2 He move his hand quickly and a crack echoed around the empty room, followed by a loud gasp of pain. He moves out the way and I see a big lump sticking out of Dans cheek. I bite at my lip even harder to stop myself from yelling out. I can taste the iron-y ((As in it tastes like iron)) liquid in my mouth, but I don't stop. Why is this happening? I can feel the pain in my chest. Is this what it was like when Chris died?
"Now do you know how it felt? Chris Kendall was a perfect human. His time was not up. He wasn't ready to die. He didn't deserve to die. You see these people being hurt, but they're not dying. My soul mate died because of you. I think I'm letting you off easy" I feel the anger and contempt build up, and the words tumble out before I can stop them.
"It's not MY fault I was adopted into a family of gay dads! It's not MY fault that people at my school are homophobic pricks! And It's not MY fault that you can't cling on to the fact that maybe - just MAYBE - that Chris was being a good friend, trying to help Phil. What happened was an ACCIDENT! It could have happened to ANYONE, it was just bad luck that it happened to Chris! You could blame anyone for this! You could blame Dan and Phil for adopting me! You could blame that bloody lorry driver! Hell, you could even blame Leigh-Anne for throwing that rock that MADE me lose my memory in the first place!" His eyes soften for a moment, and he drops his arm, which was pulled back, ready to whip me. Then his evil glare finds its way back.
"You gobby little shit. I didn't want to have to do this, but now you've opened your stupid little mouth, you leave me no choice" He wheels a little table into the center of the room, containing a steamer, a hammer and a pair of pliers. It doesn't take me long to figure out what is in it.
"Who's next?" He cackles, picking up the pliers and sliding over to Phil.
"No!" I choke out, but he pulls something out of his pocket and throws it at me. It grazes my knee. I scream in pain again as the spiral object wedges into my thigh.
"Shut up, or this could be SO MUCH WORSE" I gasp sharply and cry in silence. He pulls the lid off of the steamer, and both Dan and Phil whimper. He picks up one of the objects inside with the pliers, which I see is a nail, obviously very hot. He lowers it, almost in slow motion, to Phils arm. I look away and close my eyes, but I can't block my ears away from the pained cry of my dad and the hammering of the nail into his arm. The screaming stops, and I look over to see Phils head on his shoulder. This time I can see straight away the shine gone from his eyes. It's too late for him now. The nail stays in his arm, but he can no longer feel it. The man takes a step in Dans direction, and I know straight away whats going to happen. He pulls a butchers knife from inside his coat, and brings it down quickly to Dans arm. He screams in pain as his limb hits the floor. The man picks it up and walks straight towards me.
"Now look what happened, because of you" He tickles the gash on my cheek with the arm of my father. I wince and cringe away, but he slaps me with the same arm. Then he drops it to the floor. He walks behind me. He chuckles evilly as he says to me:
"Now you know what It's like to lose a loved one. But It's still not enough" He pulls a black objects from his pocket, and rests it on my temple. His chilling whisper tickles my ear.
"Goodbye Alexa" I hear the click as he loads his gun, everything distorted because of the blood pounding in my head. He pulls slowly at the trigger and - BANG - That's when I wake up. Screaming.

Well, I hope you somewhat enjoyed that. It was really hard to write! I don't in ANY WAY see PJ as a violent person, but I wanted to make this a bit different in a way.

I know it's a bit crappy, I've never written anything even MILDLY creepy before. This took me like 2 hours!

R&R For unlimited pizza

Love always

~Georgie'xo~