• He strapped me to a metal table, It was cold and smooth.
    "I'll be back, my sweet," He said as he touched my cheek with his hand. The room was dark and reeked of blood, The only light in this place is a small bulb that hung about four feet over my face. I shivered, not because the metal table I layed on was cold, but because of what he'll do to me, what he always dreamed of doing to me. I glanced over at the knives that lay on a separate table right beside me. They glistened under the light.
    Sharp, very sharp and big, I imagined it gently touching my skin then a light p***k as the tip poked through my skin. I can see the blood oozing into a line as the knife slowly made its way down, then I'd be watching because thats all I could do. Just watch.
    There was a crash somewhere far off and the man cursed loudly.
    I shut my eyes. That man. I should have did something about him once I knew what he longed for. I'm such a fool.
    Memories began to rushed through my mind like a wave. I remembered the day I first met him. It was during school, when I was just in ninth grade. I chuckled as I remembered how clumsy I was back then. I bumped his shoulders by accident in the hallway one day and all my things fell down and scattered everywhere. I knelt down and tried as fast as I could to collect all the papers. He knelt down, too. I expected him to help me, but instead he laughed. As I got all my stuff together, I got up and walked away angry at him. I heard him apologize between laughs. Days after we started talking and hanging out after school. He was three years older than me. His mom and dad fought a lot but he didn't mind because he said he understood them. That confused me but I didn't say anything. A year later things got more serious between us and we started dating. Thats when thing got strange. He started getting mad for no reason and we argued frequently. After a couple shouts, he would slap my face then he'd look shocked as if he didn't mean to do it. He would apologize to me countless times and I would always forgive him.
    Stupid, foolish me.
    Now here I am strapped to a metal table. Arms and legs held down by chains.
    Something tapped my shoulder. I flinched and was ready to scream my lungs out but my mouth got covered by a cloth. I turned my eyes to face him, ready to see him kill me with a smile on his face and the laughter of a madman.
    But it wasn't him. It was a little boy. He was short with white skin and lavender eyes. What surprised me the most was that his hair was long and green, the lightest green you could imagine. He moved his free hand a few inches over my body. I watched as his hand traced the chains. A strange green light glowed from his palm and the chains started to split through the middle as if it were nothing. Once all the chains were cut, he took the cloth away from my mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes. I stared at the mysterious boy who was motionless. He showed absolutely no emotion at all.
    "Aha! here it is!" a voice came from up ahead. I froze.
    "here i come, hun" he laughed. My fingers began to twitch. I heard a sound of a drill coming closer and closer to the room. I turned my head toward the boy as he grabbed my hand. His skin was soft and warm. A neon green symbol appeared on his cheek. It was so bright that it lit the entire room. I shielded my eyes as the green light turned bright white.
    Everything felt fuzzy and strange. I opened my eyes. My jaws dropped in astonishment.
    "no way......"