Are You Worthy?

By jle345

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For 17-year-old Morgan, life was a walk in the park. Then, she got sent to live with her mom. Things went dow... More

Prologue
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7
Day 8
Day 9
Day 10
Day 11
Day 12
Day 13
Flashback
Day 15
Meanwhile
Day 16 Part 1
Day 16 Part 2
Day 17
Day 18
The Final Day
3 Months Later

Day 14

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By jle345

Morgan's POV

Walk. See a door. Bust it open. Check for people. Don't find any. Repeat.

"I'm starving," Alex tells me after about two hours.

"Me too, but it wasn't my idea to run around the hallways looking for other people."

This place is a lot bigger than we both thought. Well, than I thought. Alex seems to know a lot about this place. Maybe too much. I push the thought out of my mind.

"Safety in numbers. The more of us there are," he pauses to check on of the rooms. "The harder it'll be for them to take us down."

"Or, the more of us there are, the easier it'll be for them to find us, since we'll all be in the same place," I shoot back at him.

"Can't you ever think about the positive?"

"I don't think about the positive, I think about the reasonable."

"Yeah," he stops walking and turns around, facing me. "You were obviously thinking reasonably when you called up your friend to drive you into a tree."

My stomach drops to the floor. His face is expressionless. He looks like he just told me the most obvious thing ever, like Wow, the grass is green, as if I should agree with him.

"H-how do you know that?"

His eyes go wide. He stands there, mouth wide open.

"I-I di... I..." he stutters.

"Save it." I turn around and start walking away.

"Wait, Morgan, wait!" He calls behind me. I shut him out.

I feel like I'm going to cry. I pick up my pace, looking at the floor, watching every tile pass.

I haven't told anyone, how does he know?

Then, What a dickhead! That isn't even what happened!

After that, Yeah, and what were you thinking when you let your sister burn you house down?

" Why do I always come up with good comebacks after the time I need it passes?" I scold myself.

I bump into someone.

"Maybe it's because you're human," they say in a voice that's all too familiar. I don't even have to look up to know what it is.

God dammit.

For some reason, I look up anyways. And of course, it's him. The nameless, soulless monster that likes to visit my dreams.

I notice the pocket knife, open and clenched in his fist. The same one from last time. He puts his other hand on the back of my neck.

"Now, where were we?" He asks, but he already knows the answer.

"What the hell do you want from me? What is it that I have that no one else has?" I manage to spit out.

"I want to see you in pain. I want to see you suffer."

What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?

Before I can even react, he slams me against the wall. My head hits the wall with a thud that rattles my brain. A small grunt of pain escapes my mouth.

"I love it," he hisses.

"Go to hell!" I shout in his face.

"I already have," he shoots back before slamming my head once again on the wall. I'm certain I hear a crack.

"What are you," I weakly ask.

"I am everything, and nothing. I am your glee, and your sorrow. I am your easiest hello and your hardest goodbye."

"Sorry, you'll have to use vocabulary from this century," I mutter. Morgan, what are you thinking? He has a knife, he could kill you!

He chuckles. "You just never learn, huh?"

He throws me onto the floor, my chin hitting the tiles. I try to get to my feet, but I'm so scared I end up back on the floor every time.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He grabs my foot, and I let out the loudest scream I've ever screamed in my life. I squeeze my eyes closed and try as hard as I can to get away from him.

I break free, and practically jump right into someone. I'm still screaming.

"Shhhhh, Morgan, it's me. It's Alex."

I snap my head and look behind me. No one's there. It doesn't even look like anyone had ever been there.

I hug Alex as tight as I possibly can. He continues to console me.

I feel his hand brush against the back of my head.

"Morgan, you're bleeding."

"I know."

"Here," he pushes me away. I see him lift off his shirt.

He ripped his into pieces in the vents. Where did he get that one? "Where did you get that shirt?" I ask.

"From one of the rooms," he states.

Duh, Morgan. Relax, you're getting paranoid, my conscious advises me.

He ties the shirt around my wound. I flinch when he tightens it. I guess it's deeper than I thought.

"I want to go home, Alex."

"Me too," he says when he finishes tying the makeshift bandage around my wound.

We both sit down against the wall. I lean my head against his shoulder. He places his arm around mine.

"I'm sorry," he says.

You were obviously thinking reasonably when you called up your friend to drive you into a tree.

"How do you know that?" I question.

He didn't answer for a while.

"Well," he finally begins. "Remember that one night, with Freddy and Hannah and me and everyone else, when you claimed you saw someone in your dreams?" he asks.

"You know, we're worried about you. Out of all the people we've met here, you are definitely... I don't know... the... the most distraught, I guess. We want to know what's wrong, so we can help you. Will you tell us what's happening?"

"Yes."

"When I came in, you were shouting. You were frantic. 'Stop the car!' 'Watch out!' And all sorts of other things. You pretty much told the whole story. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to scare you," he said, looking deep into my eyes.

Which would explain why they were so worried about me.

"That makes sense, but you could've told me."

"I know. You just seemed scared enough, I didn't want to make it worse."

I don't answer.

After a few minutes, he starts talking again.

"I wonder how old Brandon is. Nine, ten? Nine, at least."

I thought he was only two when you left?

"And Erin, God, she must be in high school now. She might have even graduated," he continues.

She was only eight!

He looks down at me. He kisses the top of my head.

"Don't worry. I'll get you home. I promise."

____

Wow twice in one week, im on a roll

!!!IMPORTANT!!!

I went through my story and made a few changes, so if you want to, you can re-read them. They dont DRASTICALLY change the story, but they do change it a bit.

Not a whole lot though.

WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY IS you can still understand the story if you dont go back and read them.

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CONGRATS TO MY FRIEND ERIN (coffee_cranks) FOR REACHING 1K ON HER BOOK

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Aight ima leave now baiii

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