Chapter 14
Marie's POV
I rolled on my side and looked at the wall in front of me, unable to sleep. The pink wall was not noticeable due to the curtains covering the moonlight from coming in. I rolled on my back and listened to the sound of Sarah's breathing. The darkness was somewhat soothing to me and a small part of me wants to venture in the forest to do something... dangerous.
I groaned silently at my own mind and sat up, putting my head in my hands. What's wrong with my mind? I thought, silently getting up. I was wearing a pair of purple plaid pajamas and my hair laid on my shoulders, curling at the tips. I asked Karren to cut my hair and she did, making it short. It became curly at how short it was, so I really liked it.
I decided to get up and quietly walked to the door, opening it. I closed it and walked to the bathroom, turning the light on. I locked the door and splashed water in my face, wiping it away with a towel. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. My tanned skin was starting to get darker and my brown eyes had bags underneath them.
I sighed and rolled my sleeves up only to notice something I didn't before. Weird, I thought, touching the pale lines on my arms, I didn't notice these before. How did I get these scars?
Suddenly, my head started to pound a little. I winced in pain and gripped my head, putting the other on the counter. A few flashes of a chubby boy and a mean looking woman popped up in my mind, along with them yelling, "Worthless!" and "You can't do anything right!".
I felt the weight on my shoulder grow too much and I collapsed on the floor, making a loud thump. I noticed black spots around my eyes and heard a simple sentence from a little girl's girl before I passed out:
"Kill them all."
Ticci-Toby's POV
I slammed my body to the door again, the water reaching my waist now. The water slowed my movement and silenced the sound at the same time, leaving no sign of help to come. I threw my fist at the door, yelling, "Damn it!"
I pulled back my fist and saw one of my fingers bent a little sideways, meaning I broke it. I groaned and looked around in the bathroom. Most of the bathroom was underwater, now rising faster and reaching my chest. Okay, I thought, trying to stay calm, If I plug the water, it'll slow down. I just need to get there.
I took off my shirt and went under water, going to the broken faucet. I stuffed my shirt as much as I could, but it didn't work. Cursing, I surfaced and gasped for air, taking off my mask to breathe more. "Alright," I said out loud, the water reaching my collarbone, "Back to the first plan. Break the damn door down and kill Masky."
I swam to the towel bar and shook it, finally breaking it after a minute. I went back to the door and went underwater again, knocking it at the doorknob over and over again to no avail. I surfaced only to hit my head on the roof, the water almost done filling the bathroom. Shit, I thought, There's no way I could keep going!
I took a deep breath before the water covered my nose and mouth, making me barely see and breathe. This is all Kristi's fault. If it wasn't for her, Marie wouldn't be gone and we could've been fine. I'll get you for this, you ungrateful bitch.
Kristi's POV
I walked near the bathroom only to hear a lot of knocking. I quickly walked away and went to my room. Masky did his part of the job, huh? I can't believe how easily manipulated he was by Boss's power. I sat down on my bed and pulled out the phone, seeing a new message.
?Fo erac nekat yboT saW?
I replied quickly:
.Noos mih gninioj eb lliw ffeJ. .Enog tsomla si eH.
I sighed and laid on my bed, looking at the ceiling. I held onto the phone and put my free hand under my pillow, feeling something hard underneath. Curious, I pulled it out only to see Marie's diary underneath. "What the hell?" I mumbled, putting it on my lap and sitting up.
I opened it again and went to the last page again. I reread it and felt a sudden punch in my chest. I took a deep breath and touched the page, seeing drops of tears fall on it. I had a sudden feeling a guilt swarm me, but I never felt this way before. Why am I feeling like this? I thought, throwing the journal away. She couldn't be able to break my stone heart. She's nothing.
I wiped my eyes and looked at where I threw the journal, noticing a small slip come out. I stood up and picked it up, my hands shaking. My eyes widened when I saw a child's drawing of a woman with brown hair, a bald man, and a little girl in between. On the picture read, "To Mommy from Marie. I love you!"
I choked back a sob and held the picture, unable to get rid of the overwhelming guilt. My phone buzzed and I checked it, reading:
.Doog rof namrednelS fo dir teg, woN. .TnellecxE.
I looked at the picture and glanced at the picture, closing the phone quickly. I folded the picture in my hand and stuffed it in my pocket, grabbing my jacket. Sorry, Boss. I have to save my child.