I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35 and there’s not much I can do. You know the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room as my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try to not cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and ther mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralysed with fear.
Here’s the thing: the second I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying to thing of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbours hear me. It’s risky, but if I stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.
You’re probably wondering what’s going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.