Ignore the cover title.Ill fix it later .cause I did this on my iPod.I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Im not gonna lie and say I have school now, so I couldnt updateNope. I just ran out of ideas for a while. Its called writers block. Every writer has there moments.lol. But anyways back to the story. Btw, the cast are gonna appear in the next chapter. Yay!.😄👍👏
I eyes started to flutter open trying to get my vision clear, but I couldnt see anything. Pure darkness. I couldnt feel my body. I felt like I was floating on thin air. I even tired moving my body but it was no use, felt like I was being pressed down by a 250 pound weight. The pain in my body was unbearable. I tired like screaming, but no words came out.
My last memory that I remembered was Samantha slamming my head in the wall. Samantha.Wait is she alive?Could it be possible that she could have survived the fall. It couldnt be true. The horrifying look on her face was so surreal. I couldnt believe my eyes when I first saw her appear. But next thing I knew my head was being banged against the wall. I felt blood gush out of it. I could of sworn my skull had cracked. My head my a hole in the wall, she hit me that hard.
I closed my eyes and tired to reopen them again, this time I saw my room but I was no sign of Samantha. I was on the floor and all I saw was a pool of blood on the floor. I suddenly felt light headed, like I was gonna pass out anytime soon. I needed to get help and fast. Trying to scream wasnt an option for me. The second I started to crawl towards the door I felt 2 pairs of hands wrapped around my neck, lifting my off the ground in the process. I immediately started to fight back, but it was no use I was already lifted while my legs dangled in the air.
Samantha turned around facing me while she was still holding my neck. I held my breath and closed my eyes at the sight of her face. I couldnt stand looking at it. It was so horrifying. Her face was filled with patches of ripped skin, that her bones were showing. Her eyes were popping out of her socket, filled with a color of rosewood red. The blood was pouring out of her eyes, like she was crying. But the madding look on her face told me otherwise. Her hair was a dusty brown. Samantha was basically a living zombie/ghost with powers.
I hadnt realize my eyes were still closed and I didnt even realize was speaking.
"Afraid to look." She said in a calm yet stern voice.Her voice was raspy/
Her voice sounded so different, but I still recognize it. Struggling to get open my eyes, yes I was scared to look, but I had to cause she started to squeeze my neck even tighter. My eyes sprung open. I took a good look at her attire. Her close were torn up. I look down at her legs, they looked like they were slowly disintegrating. I clould be able to she her flesh and her bones. Her hands were in the same situation. My eyes slowly but carefully looked at her face.
"Take a good look at it cause it isnt going any where. Wanna know why my body is like this. Its all your fault." She looked directly in my eyes and yelled with anger." Yours. Yours and those other fools that you were with."
I struggle to speak. Stammering on words." Sam I didnt mean for this to happen to you. Im sorry."
She tightened her grip around my neck once more the released throwing me across the room. I was surprised I didnt die yet. Once again my head made an impact against the wall.
"Well you should be fucking sorry. Your the reason Im in this situation." She walked over and stood over me.
I coughed up some blood and told her this question thats been on my mind ever since I got thrown across the room. "Are you even alive?'
"Technically im in the the middle.Something like heaven and hell but not really. The people who were part responsible for my death, are apart of this group-."