Taste of Revenge

It’s a cold September’s evening, too cold actually since it’s still the last part of summer but the climate has been very unpredictable since there was a storm a few days ago. I find myself in an unfamiliar place, dark and an awful smell. As I regain my vision from a sudden black out, a throbbing headache is happening now in my head. I guess I drank too much alcohol and this situation isn’t working well.  “Eww is that vomit on my shoe? What a bummer it’s now ruined, I just bought these last week!”  Looking around me I saw my hands tied along with some blood stains on my shirt. I tried standing up but I'm too weak to get up. It’s no use. As I started to let the situation sink in I started to panic.  “Where am I? Is this a basement? Why am I here? Why am I tied up? Was it Mr. Creepy eyes? Oh God no! I should have stayed home, I shouldn’t even have created that stupid account in the first place. I knew he was a creep from the start. I’m such a stupid person.”  Rats and roaches were all around the place because some Chinese takeout leftovers that were on the floor looked like they had been there ages ago and it even smelled bad, yuck! The place was enclosed and dusty which gave me a hard time to breathe. At the corner of my eye I saw a cork board filled with sticky notes, pins, writings that I couldn’t even read since they looked like random scribbles, and of course photos. My eyes widened looking at the photos attached.  “Is- Is that me?! It is me! What a creep, a psycho!”  My confusion vanished and a sudden feeling of nervousness came to me as my heart beat rose. I could feel my heart as if it was about to jump off my chest. As I thought about what would happen next, a door opened and the creaking sound worsened my feelings. Someone is coming down! As each footstep came closer and closer I had finally seen who my abductor was.  “Wait, is that? NO. It can’t possibly be. I never saw signs of any disorder when we were young.” The person stood in front of me with a pale complexion, eyes wide open but you can see pure hatred, anger and resentment within and lastly with an evil grin.  “What happened to you? Why did you become like this?”  All these questions were running through my mind and not believing in anything that is currently happening but I was too scared to speak up. Maybe one wrong word then this would be the end of me.  I saw that a knife was hidden in one of the pockets of the jacket that was laying on top of that dusty brown couch in the room. Seeing that person pulling it out made me tremble in fear and yet it gave me a feeling of sadness, the hard grab on it’s handle even showed some veins popping out. The blade was pointed at me, I started screaming and pleading to set me free but it seemed this person had no sign of remorse in this situation.  “Who am I kidding? Asking remorse and mercy from a psychopath? This is impossible, there's no way out!”  Each step closer made me remember all the memories I had with this person, tears streaming down my eyes. Those ice cream dates, afternoon walks in the park, and especially those times when we went to the candy shop at the end of our street to get our favorite candy. All of those were playing through my mind as if it was a tape that I had just rewinded.  I finally had the courage to speak up.  “Please stop. You’re not like this. If you’re hearing me, please fight back. I know you as a sweet and kindhearted human being.” Suddenly loud thuds were happening above, It sounded like someone was running. I shouted with courage and made it as loud as possible.  “Please help me! I’m downstairs! Help!”  Another wrong move for me, another step closer to my death. The blade was even closer than ever but another person was approaching too and suddenly grabbed the knife by it’s blade then blood started to drip.  A tug of war between the knife started happening, it was so violent that both of them were wounded so badly and covered with blood what an ugly and traumatic sight. This would forever be engraved in my memory if I get out of here alive. The knife was thrown by the person I once knew but now this person is a complete stranger to me. They started to beat up each other badly. Blood was everywhere.  I was still watching them then I remembered I could use the knife to free myself and get the hell out of here, I looked around to see where the knife landed. Then I noticed the bloodstains got worse and there were pools of blood. I was losing too much blood rapidly but I couldn’t feel anything, maybe because of the adrenaline and mixed emotions I'm feeling right now.  I started to breathe slowly and my vision started to darken, I’m taking a good look at my old friend and then suddenly a scream came out saying  “No! No! Please No! Quinn don’t leave me again. Please, I’ll- call 911, hang in there.”  The emotion that was once cold blooded turned into someone who was in deep pain and suddenly this person turned around and faced the other person shouting loudly as ever. “You killed her! You killed her! You killed her! I lost her once and I’m losing her again!”  Weeping about what happened to me was total nonsense. I was confused but had no time for that.  “Oh Pop-rocks, it was you who killed me. Get yourself some help, you can end this. I’m sorry for leaving you before. I never wanted it to happen, I had no choice. If I only knew you’ll end up like this I should have never left without even saying goodbye. ”  After saying those words my breathing even became weaker and I already lost a lot of blood. The pain of Pop-rocks losing me before when I had to leave because my family insisted I really had no choice will hurt twice as much now because I'm leaving for good and no longer could come back even if I wanted to. This is it, this is the end of me.