Obsession

Chapter 1

I could hear the faint sounds of the siren in the distance and I knew we would soon be rescued. But until salvation came we were stuck here. Though, I didn't think we would get out together. I sat there watching her bleed to death. I heard heavy footsteps above me.

"Just come out already. It's over. It's not like you can escape." He paused obviously waiting for a reply. Then he continued when none came. "You'll die along with your friend. Oh, I'm not the one who killed her. You did. If you had just given me what I wanted none of this would have happened. To think her life was ended by a selfish and arrogant fool she calls her best friend."

That was all he needed. He wanted a reply from me, he would get one. The accusation tore through me and I could no longer keep it in. I could no longer conceal myself in that basement.

"What do you want from me!" I screamed. "You took my best friends life, you've destroyed mine, you've taken everything from me. What more do you want from me?" I asked, unable to keep the tears back.

"Oh, you're mistaken my precious. I haven't taken everything from you. You're still breathing."

I froze. He wanted me dead. If he couldn't have me then no one could. That's when it happened. Whatever emotion it was that kept me hidden in that basement vanished and in its place crept in that will. The will to survive, to escape, to see a new sunrise, if not for me then for Alyssa. My best friend, the girl I grew up with, the girl who lay limp and lifeless in my arms her blood soaking me through.

I got up laying Alyssa down besides the spot I sat in. I walked around looking for something, anything to use as a weapon. The wrench! It wasn't a gun but it would buy enough time. He must've figured my location cause I could now hear him making his way down the steps leading into the basement. I prepared myself, waiting for the door to swing open at any moment. The darkness provided good cover. I heard the creaking of the door and the sound of soft footsteps moving slowly, cautiously. I was right behind him, just about to take my hit, to feel the impact of my wrench on his skull, to end his fucking life. But then...

A commandig voice came bellowing down into the basement. "Whoever's down there should drop all weapons and come out with his hand in the air."

He turned quickly but I was quicker. In the split of a second my wrench came in contact with a part of his body I knew would be damaged forever. He was shocked, I could tell, but he still held on to his gun and before I was halfway up the steps I heard the crack of his gun. And then I felt it. I froze completely and then fell back down the stairs laying flat on my back with my face upwards. There it was, freedom, an open doorway just at the top of a flight of stairs. The opportunity I had been waiting for all night. But no, I just couldn't move, couldn't get my legs,arms or brain to work. Hell, I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Was it the shot, did I hit my head on the way down?I wasn't sure. But I knew I was struggling to stay awake. No. You have to stay awake. You can't let him win. You can't die! I repeated those words over and over again, my eyes closing gradually. All I could hear were the heavy footsteps of the policemen, the orders being shouted out to surround the building, to get someone to call an ambulance.

My eyes closed finally, some words ringing out continuously throughout my entire head...

I must survive. I will survive. I just have to.