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must be a
fucking nightmare and I am going to wake up soon.  I stand over her again
and just shake my head in disbelief.  I grab the wrist of her good arm and
handcuff it to the iron headboard.  I pull the sheet over her naked legs
and back my way out of the room, watching her face.  I slouch down on the
armchair in front of the fireplace and close my burning eyes. 
    I’m
in so much trouble.
     

Chapter 4 - Vanessa
     
     
    My
body feels like it weighs a ton.  I can hardly lift my eyelids and when I
do, the light causes me to close them again.  I’m in pain.  I think
hard about what happened and it all comes back to me in a flash.  I was in
a car accident.  I remember the lights, the sounds and a voice before I
must have blacked out.  I must be at the hospital.  I can feel that
I’m lying on a bed and I can feel a sheet covering my legs.  I wonder if
my parents have been notified.  I hope they’re here. I’m so scared. As I
come to, I realize that my arm is in a sling but it looks like one made out of
a shirt.  My other arm is stretched above my head uncomfortably. 
When I pull on it, I feel something tight around my wrist and hear a clanking
sound.   What the hell? 
    I
try to pull on it again and panic.  I force my eyes open and wait until
they adjust to the light streaming from the window.  I move my head slowly
around me.  It’s pounding and tears are swelling in my eyes from the
pain.  I’m in a very small room with a window.  It smells musty and
old.  The wallpaper on the walls is old and peeling and the color is
faded.  There is a nightstand next to the bed with a small lamp that looks
like the base was made from a tree branch.  The lamp shade is yellow from
age.  I see three yellow prescription bottles next to the lamp and an old
alarm clock that reads 3:52pm and a knife!  I pull on my arm again
frantically and hear the clanking sound again.  My eyes turn to the noise
as I continue to pull and then I finally realize that I am handcuffed to the
bed!
    My
heart starts beating rapidly.  I’m trying to figure out what the hell
happened and where I am.  My vision becomes more blurred from the tears in
my eyes and my head starts to pound even more.  I start pulling on my arm
desperately.  The more I pull, the louder the clanking sound becomes. I
can’t move my body.  My ribs are burning.  My legs feel heavy and
torn up.  Every time I move them, the sheet rubs against my raw skin like
sandpaper.
    I
lay there gasping for air from the panic that has set in when I hear the squeak
of the door opening.  My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my
chest.  Tears are streaming down my face, so I can’t make out the large
figure that’s coming toward me.  I don’t know where I find the strength
but I scream as loud as I can.  I don’t even recognize the sound that
comes out of my mouth.  Digging the heels of my feet into the bed, I
scurry backwards and curl up into a ball facing the headboard, pressing my face
into the arm that is cuffed there.  I feel a draft of cold air hit my bare
legs and my body starts shaking violently.  I continue to scream into my
arm terrified of what’s going to happen to me.  I’m not sure how much time
passes but I don’t hear or feel anything so I try to calm my breathing.  I
drag my face across my arm to wipe the wetness away.   Hesitantly, I
turn my head towards the door and I see him.  Clearer now.  He’s
standing in the doorway just inside the room.  I try to focus but my
vision is still blurred from the intense pain in my head.  I can’t make
out his face.  My lips begin to quiver and I start to cry
hysterically.  I am horrified and in an incredible amount of pain.  I
squeeze my eyes shut and start praying to God.  Please God, I don’t want
to die, please.  Help me.  I force my eyes open when I hear his
footsteps slowly coming towards me.
    “Please!!! 
Please don’t!!  Please dddd…..”  Blackness is trying to