I'm in love with the devil.

CHAPTER 7. Nightmares and comforting. Part 1.

"Hey pretty, you want to come home with me?" One guy says. "No, I'm here with a friend-" he grunts. "She isn't interested dude" another says. "Says who?!" The guy before yells. More guys start yelling. I look around frantic. I stop when some one grabs my arm. The room goes silent. "She's coming home with me. Isn't that right, Princess?" I turn my head to see Daniel. "I'm not going any where with yo-" I can't finish. He has a knife to my throat. "No one moves. You come home willing lee or, I'll make you." I roll my eyes. "You can't kill me, your not that tuff-"
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"Ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wake up screaming.

"She's up!" I hear a voice call. I can't see any thing. My breaths are uneven. I take a breath and blink my eyes. My vision starts to come back. There's 4 faces with concerned looks on their faces looking at me.

"Hey,take a breath." A boy, not older than me, leans down and whispers to me. I look at him with startled eyes. I don't know who these people are. "Who.. are you?" My voice is scratchy and my throat hurts. The boy looks taken aback. I look back at the other faces and they all look taken aback.

"Dear, are you feeling okay?" A women asks me. "Am i suppose to know you?" I ask. "No." The women whispers. A man standing beside her turns her away from me. She's crying. I can tell she is. Her shoulders are shaking and her breaths are uneven.

I want to apologize. But I don't. I don't know who these people are and I don't know what I did wrong.

"You don't remember any thing?" My attention turns to the boy. His voice is shaky. I shake my head 'no'.

I notice a mirror behind him and study my self.

My face is a nice roundish shape. My skin is paler than most. My nose is small but the right size for my face. Perfect shaped eye brows. I have dark brown hair that reaches my waist, but it's all tangled. I have freckles covering my high cheeks and nose. My eyes. My eyes are a pink. I can tell that they are usually a bright pink but right now, they're a soft dark pink with no emotion.
I look over the room in the mirror. White room. Beds and medical supplies. I'm on a bed with a blanket over me.

I realize I'm not wearing anything and press the blanket to me. I get up and sit with my legs over the bed.

I look around frantic. I look at the old man in a white coat, the women who stopped crying and the younger man who is watching my every move. Then there was the boy who couldn't give me my space. I did the first thing I thought of. Ran.

I ran out of the room and into hallways. I heard the people calling for me to stop. I didn't. I didn't know who those people were, why would I listen to strangers. I mentally shrugged. I realized I had a pain in my leg. I ignored it. I would stop and look at it later.

I ran up a flight of stairs, dogging people who were carrying blankets and food. I opened a door and looked around. There was a bed, sitting area, tv, desk and a closet, I walked over to the bed and felt the blankets, they were soft and I suddenly felt tired.

There was a shirt on the bed that I put on. It was big, but comfortable. I got into bed and looked at my leg. I had stitches running from my ankle to below my knee. I looked at the rest if my self. Bruises and stratches covered almost my entire body.

I lay my head on the pillow and fell asleep.