Allie's POV
Do you know how it feels to have your life drained out of you little by little? Probably not. Well let me tell you this, it sucks. It's just terrible.
It's like when you have the flu. You feel so bad that you can't move. You feel like you don't have enough strength to do something as simple as lift your head up. You have a pounding headache and overall you just feel useless.
Now take that an multiply it by 100. That's how I feel.
I'm currently lying on the cold floor, my breath coming out in spasms. Tears are streaming down my face and I rock back and forth, attempting to distract myself in anyway possible.
If you hadn't said anything, you wouldn't be in this position. Ha.
I'm so stupid. So freaking stupid.
I thought maybe Calum deserved to live. I was just the insane girl. Calum was smart and funny and Michael deserved someone like that. Her deserved a good, sane friend.
But now we're going to make you suffer.
I felt like I was going to explode at any moment. It hurt so fucking much. I could hardly cry anymore I was so exhausted. How long had I been like this? I couldn't even keep track of time anymore.
The room was dark and smelt like death. I could see a faint outline of something in the corner. It took me a while to figure out what it was but I realized they were bodies. I'm assuming this room used to be an office and those were the doctors that worked here.
Disturbing.
Although I felt lifeless, I tried my best to think of a way to get out of here. It was hard to think when your thoughts were fuzzy. I couldn't get a clear thought no matter how hard I tried. Everything I thought of just came back to murdering someone. Or hurting someone.
You can't possibly ever figure out how an insane person's mind works but it doesn't. There's no thought involved in your decisions and actions. It's pure impulse. That person's a bitch? Well now they're going to die.
Pretty much how my mind worked at least.
Innocent little girl, why'd you get involved with him?
You could've been normal.
You had to get to know the mysterious boy though, didn't you?
You needed to know what ran through his mind.
Well look where that got you.
Michael seemed to be the only person I could think of that I didn't want to murder slowly and painfully. I wanted to see them cry and beg for mercy. I wanted them to feel like how I felt.
I just wanted to die.
Michael's POV
19 hours.
Who knew that finding your way through a dark mental hospital overran with demons would be difficult?
I probably should've known that but I didn't.
It seemed that every corner of the hospital had some trick to it and they had gradually gotten worse and more gruesome.
The first one would've been funny if I hadn't been in my current situation. I actually ran around in a circle for almost an hour without realizing. I was under the impression I was turning corners and going up stairs when I stayed in the same room.
That was just mean.
The second almost got me killed. You know in this movies a person walks into the room and all these arrows start shooting out of the wall? Yep, that happened.
The third was disgusting, walking into a room full of bloody, hanging bodies. The smell was overwhelming and I felt like crying. What if Allie ended up like that? Cold, lifeless and beaten to a pulp?
I won't be able to live with myself if she doesn't get out of this alive. But it's not looking too good.
I was supposed to be her knight in shining armor and save her from anything trying to harm her. I'm the one that actually put her in harm's way though. I was more like the villain then the prince.
I was exhausted from running, thirsty and covered in blood, a mix of my own and other people's. I wanted to collapse on the floor and cry. I couldn't bring myself to do that though. I felt more anger than anything else and determination to find my way to Allie. Every time I felt my knees begin to get week I thought about Allie and how much I needed to make sure she was safe.
I promised her she would make it out alive. And I don't plan on breaking that promise.
I stop my running for a second and lean against a wall close to me. I look around me but there's nothing to be seen. I lost Calum hours ago. I don't know what happened to him but I need to stop myself from worrying. He wasn't even fully alive and I could only worry about one person's safety at a time.
I search my mind and try to think of everywhere I've went. I need to figure out which floor I'm on. Allie's on the top floor, the eighth and I'm somewhere near the bottom.
I'm such a failure. I can't even save my girlfriend from my own problems. These stupid things were my problems and no one else should be involved. Why can't everyone just be safe?
Remember, you chose to kiss her that day.
If you didn't, none of this would've happened.
I groan and slide down the wall. I can't do this. I'm not a hero. I don't even know how the hell I got the idea that I could save Allie.
I love her. I've never loved anyone as much as her and she actually loves me back. I guess that's why I want to be the hero. I want to keep my love safe.
I'll try. I swear I'll try and I won't stop until there's nothing left to be done.
18 hours, 40 minutes.
This was all my fucking fault.
I slowly stand back up, my legs aching and my head pounding. I have to ignore the pain though.
I squint and try to adjust my eyes to the darkness, attempting to make out anything I could. My flashlight had died almost an hour ago.
I can see the silhouette of a staircase on the opposite side of the room. I quietly and carefully make my way over to it, trying not to draw attention to myself.
When I reach the stairs I place my foot on the first step hesitantly, afraid of anything happening. When nothing happens I bring my other foot around and step on the next step. I was about half way up the staircase when my legs are pulled out from under me and I'm thrown to the top of the stairs.
I hit the floor with a sickening thud. "Fuck." I groan and rub my head. At least I'm on the next floor.
New floor, new challenges though.
I look out into the dark floor, sensing an eerie presence and I feel as though the room is spinning around me. I clench my eyes shut to prevent an dizziness.
There's a loud shrill scream from in the darkness. It's not Allie but it makes me stomach knot.
"Somebody please help!" She screams.
"Oh, God." I mumble.
I run towards the sound of the screams. I expect some demonic creature to have a hold of the girl but it looks like a patient has her.
His arm is around her neck and he has a knife aimed at her stomach. He doesn't look like he's afflicting any serious damage at the moment but I can tell he's causing her discomfort with the knife.
"Mate, let her go." I say slowly, stepping closer.
"Now why would I do that?" He laughs a bone chilling laugh. Not one that sounded human.
"Please." I beg.
The boy shakes his head then throws it back in laughter. His eyes flicker to a deep red collar and he plunges the knife into the girls stomach. She cries out in pain and falls to the floor.
I run towards the boy with my knife in hand. I attempt to jump on him but he disappears, only to appear right behind me.
"You can't get me Michael." He smiles and his teeth are jagged and sharp. This wasn't a patient. These demons were taking human forms.
"Just leave everyone alone!" I yell. "You only want me!"
"We want pain and suffering." The demon-boy thing chuckles. "We want to hear the shrill cries of fear and see the whites leave the eyes of the innocent."
He looks down at the girl who was just stabbed. She was whimpering and crying. The demon-boy waves his hand above the girl and she instantly relaxes. She's not relaxed though, she's dead.
I yell out in frustration and throw the knife at him. He disappears in a puff of black smoke followed by distant laughter.
18 hours, 25 minutes.
Fucking hell.