Tick tock

*~27~*

"Jamie wake the fuck up!"
My eyes slowly open, a painful and stiff feeling screamed for them to not though.

It's been at least a week since we've 'moved in' and everything was perfect...
except for the fact that I had Slender sickness...
whatever the hell that was.

My head was pounding with nonstop, aching static
and every few minutes I felt like I was going to throw up and when I did...
it was blood that came out.

Natalie said that it was bound to go away soon enough but I highly doubt it at this point in my life.

I seemed to doubt almost everything.

I wonder how long I was asleep—

SLAM!

"JAMIE! HELP!"

I shoot up from the hard, dusty board that was supposed to be a good excuse for a bed.

"Natalie?!"
Regardless of how tired or dizzy I was, I stumbled out from underneath the small, torn blanket.

I make my way quickly towards the...
what was it?
A living room?
Yeah, I think it's supposed to be that.

I entered the dark room panting, my head aggressively turning in every possible direction to find Natalie.

"HAPPY FUCKING HOLIDAYS!"
A shriek from the literal depths of my soul erupted from me as I jumped and turned around.

Natalie was behind me, laughing crazily while she grabbed onto the wooden, decaying walls for support.

Of course... it was a prank... should've seen it coming...

I roll my eyes, my shoulders dropping from their tense state.
"Jesus, Natalie!
Dude, you scared me half to death!
I actually thought you were in trouble or something!"
My voice horse from the constant coughing and throwing up.

"I know, I know...
but that's not the point!
It's, like, holidays or some shit and I'm being festive!"
Natalie's smile was brighter than my nonexistent future.

My gaze suddenly landed on her left arm that seemed to be hiding behind her back.

"Yo, miss I-wanna-be-festive...
what's behind there?"

Natalie's smile seemed to grow bigger
—if that was even at all possible—
as a red tint painted her pale cheeks.

"Well... while you were busy sleeping for, I don't know, forty eight hours?-"

"I was asleep for forty eight hours?!"

Natalie sighed.
"I said 'I don't know,' dumbass."

The smile quickly returned to her face faster than the literal speed of light.

Ha, try and beat that, Flash.

"So, like I was saying, I took that time to get you a present!"
Natalie revealed the object behind her back to be a weird-shaped... thing, messily wrapped in wrinkled, probably old as fuck,
Christmas wrapping paper.

"Wow, thank you so much, Natalie!
I feel bad I didn't get you anything."
I feel my cheeks heat up just as much as her's.

"No, it's fine!
You're sick and you didn't realize.
It would also be kind of
weird to get a killer,
that also happens to be your kidnapper, a present."
She shoved the package towards me awkwardly.