Behind you #Wattys2014

Chapter thirty- three

Side Note: This chapter is pretty violent. :P

There are no windows, but I know that night is here, it' been three days since my family has lost me, I wonder how they're dealing with this. I close my eyes. You need to sleep, Molly. I think. That way, you can think about escape. Escape.

The door opens, and I get a glimpse of the hallway outside, for three days, I've been nowhere but this small room in an old Victorian house. Then, Rohypnol Guy closes the door. I have to stop calling him Rohypnol guy, I know his name.

"You aren't scared yet? Huh? All those other bitches freaked out. Being alone in the dark, wow Girls are so-" he stops, staring into my angry eyes. Alicia, definitely, would be scared. "You are pretty special, aren't you?"

Thanks to my apparition training.

I want to scream at him, yell at him, but my lips are sealed with tape, I've tried to peel it off, but I guess nobody can be fearless, and even though I am not afraid of apparitions, dark houses, heights, and protecting my sister, unfortunately, my fear is that stinging sensation I get when anything sharp touches me, and when the duct tape peels off my skin, it feels the same.

Gayheart reaches over and picks the tape off, so roughly, I can feel my skin turning red. Tears form in my eyes. "Hey this isn't coming off." He says, and reaches into his jean pocket, pulling out a knife.

A sharp knife.

A sharp object.

Sharp.

My heart races terribly. My stupid aichmophobia. He brings the knife to my lips, and roughly cuts the tape off, cutting into my skin. I let out a shriek, which makes him excited. He smirks, and digs the knife into my bottom lip. I scream, and he punches me in the stomach.

"Shut up, Girl."

"You cannot lock me in a room, and control me!" I spit out. He punches me again, and I fall on the ground. I cannot stand this kind of abuse anymore.

"Wow, you're so weak." He smirks, and pulls another weapon out of his jean pocket. A needle, filled with bloodred liquid.

"Stop, get that away from me." I say.

"Don't worry, it's just a pinch." he says, in a voice nurses say to me when I had to take an injection when I was five.

"I don't need to be drugged again!"

"Shut up, Ally." He grabs my arm, the tip of the needle touches my skin, and I flinch hard.

"Get away from me!" I start to cry, but since he's not a human being, he shows no sympathy. In fact, he presses the needle into my skin, hard.

I watch as red liquid pour out of my arm, as the needle exits my body. I don't know if it's the drug, or my blood. I expect to go unconscious anytime, but suddenly I feel stiffed, I cannot move my legs, they are completely asleep. My back and stomach feels like stone. And soon so is my left arm, the arm the needle was drilled into. Before my right arm can go stiff, I raise it, and slap Gayheart, but he dodged and now stands up, looking down at me. My right arm can no longer move. The drug is stopping me from movement, traveling up my body, will it stop my heart? I will turn into an apparition, maybe I can revenge on Gayheart that way, like Shane.

"I- I'm going to- I hate-" I want to scream at Gayheart one last time, before it rises up my chest, or before the drug gets to my mouth, but I cannot find the right thing to say. I can no longer turn my neck, but I am glad, the drug skipped my heart, I hope it only pauses muscles, nothing else, as the drug stops my mouth, I start to worry about my nose.. My breathing. I stare up at Rohypnol guy, using my eyebrows to plead him. My mouth is dropped open, and that's how they would stay for who knows when. I can no longer blink, the drug has moved upwards, without bothering my lungs, I thank God in my mind. At least it didn't shut down my vision. My voice is gone. My eyes are now, permanently unblinkingly staring up at Gayheart's smirk. My elbows are glued to the ground, putting me in that position. My entire body freezes, but I cannot shiver. I feel like my skin is turning hard. I feel like a mannequin. I don't blink, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable.