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My trembling fingers let go of the shower curtain as I slowly turned to face the recently closed door. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed in which I’d simply stood there, in some form of shock. My mouth felt dry and I desperately yearned for a drink of water but I was too frightened to see why I’d been led in to the bathroom. There had to be a reason. This was an obvious trap. Why had I been so stupid? I could still hear the sound of running water.
The door was closed. There was nothing in front of it. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting to find but… I found nothing. Slowly, so very slowly I reached out and locked the door as if afraid my tormenter would dash through the door at any given moment. I didn’t want any more surprises.
Once the door was locked and I felt safe from that side I turned back towards the shower curtain, wondering what was behind it. “Frank?” I quietly spoke, taking note of how frightened I sounded. Why couldn’t I at least fake bravery, when I so desperately needed to be brave?
All I heard was the sound of water in response, though I hadn’t entirely expected Frank to say something back. It would’ve been nice though. I wasn’t sure as to what else I was supposed to do, other than move the curtain. There had never been a class for this in school. We’d never gone over any guides to survival. I felt so ill equipped for the situation.
I was a good speller but that would get me nowhere in this situation.
Once again I grabbed on to the shower curtain. My breathing picked up pace as I began to pull it aside.
I pulled too hard on the curtain, causing it to fall partially, hanging on by some of the hooks still. The panic that raced through my body made me step back, too shocked to truly run away.
In front of me, standing underneath the showerhead, was my tormentor. His entire body was soaking wet, causing his clothing to stick to his body. He had dark eyes. Dark eyes which had haunted me in my dreams, after being ‘poisoned’. My terrified eyes were glued to him, and I took in every single detail. The water underneath his feet was tinged pink, backing up due to the stopper being in place. In his right hand he was holding on to a large knife, similar to the knife that I’d found in Teddy. He had cuts upon his arms and I faintly wondered if the ‘blood’ on my birthday card had actually been his. Had I been a fool this time? Was Frank even here?
“Surprise.” He whispered, smiling sadistically.
My bottom lip began violently trembling and I felt tears wet my cheeks, fear taking charge of my body. I couldn’t even think clearly, couldn’t move. Would this really be the end of me? All I could really think about was how painful that knife would be stuck inside of me, where I was fairly sure it would be going.
The lights flickered before completely failing, bathing us in total darkness.
I cried out, struggling to hear any movement. What had been frightening moments before turned in to pure terror. We didn’t have a window in our bathroom, leaving no sunlight to filter in. I blindly reached out, hoping I’d touch the wall so that I could find my way out.
Instead my fingers came in to contact with something cold and panic pierced my body, causing me to choke on the air filtering in through my lungs. I gasped for several seconds as I felt his hand tighten around my arm.
“You’re so unwelcoming.” He purred, sounding closer than I wanted him to be. With one quick tug I fell towards him, crying out as my knees hit the bathtub.
“Where’s Frank?” I breathed out, finally calming down enough to breathe correctly.
“Honey, keep up with my pace… Frank isn’t in danger anymore; you are now.” The frightening statement hurt more than my knees hitting the bathtub again as I tried to stand up.
Another hard pull in his direction and I stumbled, falling over the side of the bathtub and in to the water. I knocked in to him, causing him to fall as well. All that was heard was the splashing of water as I attempted to get out of the bathtub, and he attempted to grab on to me.
Sudden knocking upon the door gained our combined attention and I had enough time to knock in to him, causing him to fall back again as I got out of the bathtub. I’d never been so grateful for stable ground before; as my feet rushed to the door but I stopped in place, hand on the doorknob. The lights going off, and the door shutting… what if he had an accomplice?
“Kass, are you in there?” The knocking got louder.
“Frank?!?” I was about to unlock the door when my hand was suddenly pulled away and I felt myself fully slammed in to the bathroom door, a wet body pushed against mine.
Frank had to hear us! He had to! “Kassandra, are you in there?” How could he not hear us? Please don’t leave me Frank! I opened my mouth to yell at him again but then I felt the stranger’s hand press down upon my mouth, causing nothing other than muffled grunts to come out.
The lights flickered back on but I wished they hadn’t. Now I could clearly see my attacker and the confidence upon his face. He put a finger to his lips before letting go of me completely.
For several seconds we simply stared at each other and I had the feeling that he was simply letting my fear build higher, for his own sick satisfaction.
I moved ever so slightly, placing my hand behind my back. As he played with his knife, sliding his finger over the tip, I moved my hand up so that I could unlock the bathroom door.
Unfortunately as my fingers found the lock it made a small noise as I attempted to begin turning it, gaining my attacker’s complete attention. “You want out of the party so soon?” The knocking started up again and I jumped, startled. Unfortunately I jumped towards my attacker.
“What are you doing to her?” Frank yelled, banging on the door again. “The police are coming, you sick fuck!”
“You’re going to be arrested for whatever you do to me.” I spit out, trying my best to glare at him with all of the hatred I currently felt.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head with things that won’t affect you. After all, what makes you think you’ll still be around to see that happen?”
Death, he was threatening death. The threat played through my ears, drowning out anything else he had to say. I spoke but I couldn’t even hear my own words, too frightened to even care if they came out correctly. “I don’t care if I’m around to see it happen. I’m happy just thinking of you rotting in jail.”
The tip of the knife pressed against my stomach, tracing over my skin. I didn’t realize my shirt was ripped until I felt the knife continue to move against bare skin. He seemed to have a fascination with watching the knife against my skin, for he didn’t even attempt to cut me just yet.
He suddenly slid the knife across my stomach roughly, allowing it to cut through skin, causing blood to leak from the wound. I was startled by the action, too stunned to really feel the sharp pain traveling through my body. It was as if I were having an out of body experience, all of the fear I’d experienced previous to the actual wound making me drift from myself for my own protection. It was strange the way our minds worked to protect us in some situations.
He pulled his arm away and stared directly in to my eyes as he brought the knife to his lips, delicately licking my blood off of the knife. I felt disgust build in my stomach and I leaned away, feeling my back hit the door immediately. I began to feel dizzy at the motion of moving and I wanted to bring my hand to the counter to steady myself but I didn’t seem to have enough control to do so.
With one more sick smile cast in my direction he stepped forward, driving the knife through my stomach. I cried out loudly, cut off by his lips pressing against mine.
I could feel the twist and tug of the knife inside of my body and I’d never before felt so violated. My muscles contracted, wanting desperately to fix what was happening but I couldn’t fix this on my own. The throbbing building at my wound grew through my body and then I felt myself slipping. Was I slipping physically? I couldn’t really tell. No, I wasn’t. I could feel him holding me up but I was still slipping in to the darkness in my mind. I could no longer see. Then I could no longer feel.
“Kassandra!” I felt hands on my shoulders, and then fingers brushed against my left cheek. “Kass! Come on Kass! Wake up babe!” I felt as if Frank were screaming at me. Why was he being so damn loud?
“I-ughh…” I moaned, groaning out what I thought sounded like words.
“Yeah baby, the ambulance is on the way. Just open your eyes; I just want to know you’re okay.” Frank sounded panicked. Why was he panicking?
I moved over, crying out as pain stabbed through my body. What was happening? I felt numb but I hurt, all in different areas. What had happened? I couldn’t piece together anything and the panic in Frank’s voice was causing me to panic but I couldn’t open my eyes, even if I wanted to. They were so heavy. It was too hard. I couldn’t do it… I had to give in to the sleepy darkness that was so welcoming.
The door was closed. There was nothing in front of it. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting to find but… I found nothing. Slowly, so very slowly I reached out and locked the door as if afraid my tormenter would dash through the door at any given moment. I didn’t want any more surprises.
Once the door was locked and I felt safe from that side I turned back towards the shower curtain, wondering what was behind it. “Frank?” I quietly spoke, taking note of how frightened I sounded. Why couldn’t I at least fake bravery, when I so desperately needed to be brave?
All I heard was the sound of water in response, though I hadn’t entirely expected Frank to say something back. It would’ve been nice though. I wasn’t sure as to what else I was supposed to do, other than move the curtain. There had never been a class for this in school. We’d never gone over any guides to survival. I felt so ill equipped for the situation.
I was a good speller but that would get me nowhere in this situation.
Once again I grabbed on to the shower curtain. My breathing picked up pace as I began to pull it aside.
I pulled too hard on the curtain, causing it to fall partially, hanging on by some of the hooks still. The panic that raced through my body made me step back, too shocked to truly run away.
In front of me, standing underneath the showerhead, was my tormentor. His entire body was soaking wet, causing his clothing to stick to his body. He had dark eyes. Dark eyes which had haunted me in my dreams, after being ‘poisoned’. My terrified eyes were glued to him, and I took in every single detail. The water underneath his feet was tinged pink, backing up due to the stopper being in place. In his right hand he was holding on to a large knife, similar to the knife that I’d found in Teddy. He had cuts upon his arms and I faintly wondered if the ‘blood’ on my birthday card had actually been his. Had I been a fool this time? Was Frank even here?
“Surprise.” He whispered, smiling sadistically.
My bottom lip began violently trembling and I felt tears wet my cheeks, fear taking charge of my body. I couldn’t even think clearly, couldn’t move. Would this really be the end of me? All I could really think about was how painful that knife would be stuck inside of me, where I was fairly sure it would be going.
The lights flickered before completely failing, bathing us in total darkness.
I cried out, struggling to hear any movement. What had been frightening moments before turned in to pure terror. We didn’t have a window in our bathroom, leaving no sunlight to filter in. I blindly reached out, hoping I’d touch the wall so that I could find my way out.
Instead my fingers came in to contact with something cold and panic pierced my body, causing me to choke on the air filtering in through my lungs. I gasped for several seconds as I felt his hand tighten around my arm.
“You’re so unwelcoming.” He purred, sounding closer than I wanted him to be. With one quick tug I fell towards him, crying out as my knees hit the bathtub.
“Where’s Frank?” I breathed out, finally calming down enough to breathe correctly.
“Honey, keep up with my pace… Frank isn’t in danger anymore; you are now.” The frightening statement hurt more than my knees hitting the bathtub again as I tried to stand up.
Another hard pull in his direction and I stumbled, falling over the side of the bathtub and in to the water. I knocked in to him, causing him to fall as well. All that was heard was the splashing of water as I attempted to get out of the bathtub, and he attempted to grab on to me.
Sudden knocking upon the door gained our combined attention and I had enough time to knock in to him, causing him to fall back again as I got out of the bathtub. I’d never been so grateful for stable ground before; as my feet rushed to the door but I stopped in place, hand on the doorknob. The lights going off, and the door shutting… what if he had an accomplice?
“Kass, are you in there?” The knocking got louder.
“Frank?!?” I was about to unlock the door when my hand was suddenly pulled away and I felt myself fully slammed in to the bathroom door, a wet body pushed against mine.
Frank had to hear us! He had to! “Kassandra, are you in there?” How could he not hear us? Please don’t leave me Frank! I opened my mouth to yell at him again but then I felt the stranger’s hand press down upon my mouth, causing nothing other than muffled grunts to come out.
The lights flickered back on but I wished they hadn’t. Now I could clearly see my attacker and the confidence upon his face. He put a finger to his lips before letting go of me completely.
For several seconds we simply stared at each other and I had the feeling that he was simply letting my fear build higher, for his own sick satisfaction.
I moved ever so slightly, placing my hand behind my back. As he played with his knife, sliding his finger over the tip, I moved my hand up so that I could unlock the bathroom door.
Unfortunately as my fingers found the lock it made a small noise as I attempted to begin turning it, gaining my attacker’s complete attention. “You want out of the party so soon?” The knocking started up again and I jumped, startled. Unfortunately I jumped towards my attacker.
“What are you doing to her?” Frank yelled, banging on the door again. “The police are coming, you sick fuck!”
“You’re going to be arrested for whatever you do to me.” I spit out, trying my best to glare at him with all of the hatred I currently felt.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head with things that won’t affect you. After all, what makes you think you’ll still be around to see that happen?”
Death, he was threatening death. The threat played through my ears, drowning out anything else he had to say. I spoke but I couldn’t even hear my own words, too frightened to even care if they came out correctly. “I don’t care if I’m around to see it happen. I’m happy just thinking of you rotting in jail.”
The tip of the knife pressed against my stomach, tracing over my skin. I didn’t realize my shirt was ripped until I felt the knife continue to move against bare skin. He seemed to have a fascination with watching the knife against my skin, for he didn’t even attempt to cut me just yet.
He suddenly slid the knife across my stomach roughly, allowing it to cut through skin, causing blood to leak from the wound. I was startled by the action, too stunned to really feel the sharp pain traveling through my body. It was as if I were having an out of body experience, all of the fear I’d experienced previous to the actual wound making me drift from myself for my own protection. It was strange the way our minds worked to protect us in some situations.
He pulled his arm away and stared directly in to my eyes as he brought the knife to his lips, delicately licking my blood off of the knife. I felt disgust build in my stomach and I leaned away, feeling my back hit the door immediately. I began to feel dizzy at the motion of moving and I wanted to bring my hand to the counter to steady myself but I didn’t seem to have enough control to do so.
With one more sick smile cast in my direction he stepped forward, driving the knife through my stomach. I cried out loudly, cut off by his lips pressing against mine.
I could feel the twist and tug of the knife inside of my body and I’d never before felt so violated. My muscles contracted, wanting desperately to fix what was happening but I couldn’t fix this on my own. The throbbing building at my wound grew through my body and then I felt myself slipping. Was I slipping physically? I couldn’t really tell. No, I wasn’t. I could feel him holding me up but I was still slipping in to the darkness in my mind. I could no longer see. Then I could no longer feel.
“Kassandra!” I felt hands on my shoulders, and then fingers brushed against my left cheek. “Kass! Come on Kass! Wake up babe!” I felt as if Frank were screaming at me. Why was he being so damn loud?
“I-ughh…” I moaned, groaning out what I thought sounded like words.
“Yeah baby, the ambulance is on the way. Just open your eyes; I just want to know you’re okay.” Frank sounded panicked. Why was he panicking?
I moved over, crying out as pain stabbed through my body. What was happening? I felt numb but I hurt, all in different areas. What had happened? I couldn’t piece together anything and the panic in Frank’s voice was causing me to panic but I couldn’t open my eyes, even if I wanted to. They were so heavy. It was too hard. I couldn’t do it… I had to give in to the sleepy darkness that was so welcoming.
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