Locked Memories: Pt. 2

Third person's POV and like combined with Lynn's. :p

"W-where..am I?"

It's utter blackness and the surroundings are still unknown. All that I can make out is that I'm in a small house with barely any furniture.

I hiss as I try to stand and see that my ankle is sprained. The bruise is red so it's still fresh. Huh?

The discomfort in my whole body could be felt and it really hurt a lot. Almost as if someone had beaten me with a thick stick. How come!!

Wait what is going on? Last I remember I passed out on the school grounds. I don't remember spraining my ankle or getting beaten.

Did someone kidnap me?

I bit my lip as I held back tears. Why does stuff like this always happen to me.

By now my eyes had settled to the darkness. I looked around and saw that the place is like an old shack house. The wooden floor was covered with dry blood stains. So it was a regular killing place.

A chill went down my spine.

(the outer view of the shack.)

Oddly it felt a little familiar. I shuddered at the thought of it. Who would wanna come to such a creepy place like this. Just my imagination

"Ly-Lynn? Are y-you o-k?" A cold voice asked from behind me.

My heart stopped beating as my breath got stuck in my throat. That voice, I know who it belonged to. H-how can this be possible? I'm dreaming right? I must be dreaming.

This can't be happening. I sat their frozen to the spot. She can't be here. She is dead!!!

What is she doing here. Am I hallucinating?

Someone please wake me up from this nightmare!

My mind was a mess, and all I wanted was to break free from my horrible past. I'm not strong enough to witness it again. Someone please help me. I begged internally hoping to be taken out of this hellhole.

Haven't I suffered enough.

Slowly I took some deep breaths and cleared all my wavering thoughts. Keep calm Lynn. Everything will be fine.

I tried to reassure myself.

Suddenly I felt a cold touch on my arm and I flinched. Her fingers were freezing cold and they left blood marks on my skin.

I tried to steady my breath and calm the panic inside me. I could no longer control my hands, they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm.

" W-who is it? " I managed to stutter out since I was too scared to turn my head around. Because if I did I might need to see a psychiatrist again.

I felt stupid for even asking that dumb question. Of course I knew who it was but one part of me was hoping, just a little amount of hope that it was not 'her' but anyone else.

"W-what Lynn? I'm Ca-carrie. A-re you o-ok?" The girl asked puzzled. Her each word made her cough up dark droplets of blood. Her whole body ached and all she knew that she would pass out anytime soon. But before that she needed to make sure that her sister was safe.

She couldn't bear to see her broken. All the pain that was inflicted on her was much worse than what she was going through right now. Even if she died today at least she would be glad knowing that she had saved her sis[Lynn :) ].

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I was paralyzed to the spot, the terrifying aura holding me in a tightening grip.

Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over me like some hungry beast, immobilizing me, my brain; holding me captive.

That one word which I was petrified to her escaped her thin lips.

CARRIE.

Terror washed over me, raising the fine hairs on the back on my neck.

"Are you ok sis?" I asked in a mere whisper as I slowly turned around to witness the once past again.

Idiot of course she is not fine! I scolded myself. What type of a dumb question is that? At times like this why does my brain always stops working.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and steadied myself before I opened them again. I knew what I was gonna see next wasn't gonna be anywhere near pretty.

As expected, it was the same scene from 3 years ago.

She lay there in a pool of blood , her frail and dying body was beaten up so much that there were blue and red marks all over her white skin.

All her clothes were almost torn and most of all her eyes, they had completely lost all hope, now what was left was only misery, sorrow and gloom.

I wanted to cry out loud so much. I wanted to comfort her and assure her that everything would be fine but it was lie. Words can't help her.

It's the same as before. I sat there helpless watching her die from pain as time passed by.

It wasn't as if I could do anything. My phone was broken and we were both harassed and oppressed so much that even the lightest action of our mere finger hurt like hell.

Funny how even in a dream the suffering and agony which we feel is so real.

We both kept quiet lost in our own thoughts thinking about survival and anything except the fear that was clouding our minds.

All of a sudden, the door creaked and I saw the person who changed my life to complete misery step in.

He looked the same. 6 foot and 2 feet tall. Broad shoulders and veins popping out from his arms and wrists.

His long fingernails had blood stuck in them. Disgusting.

He smirked revealing his half rotten teeth with black spots in them.

One look at him and he completed the criteria of a perfect serial killer. Even his body odour was a stench of blood and other stuff.

(sorry I'm not that good at describing stuff :)

The first time I layed my eyes on him I felt like puking but it was different now.

His mere sight made all that pent up anger rush upto the surface like a volcano.

I loathed him. I fucķing hated him to the core.

He slowly made his way towards us with a menacing smile playing on his lips and indifference shining in his bloodshot eyes.

He doesn't give a damn does he.

His each step made us cower in fear, I looked at Carrie one last time expecting to see a weak girl begging him to stop but instead she lied there defenceless waiting for him to get it over with.

She noticed my gaze and mouthed a single word 'peace'

What the hell. What peace? How can she give up now.

I wanted to stand up and fight against him with all my strength but my body would not allow me to do so.

History can't be changed, even in a goddamn dream I can't save her.

The repeated events took place. Me sitting there crying in the corner while watching him leisurely torture her and hoping someone would save us.

But they weren't even aware of the fact that we had been kidnapped.

Carl where are you? You promised to protect us both for ever. Please hurry. Your sister is dying aren't you gonna save her.

He was my only hope now.

"It's over for you little missy. I got a lot of money to kill you, you know?" He said with a dangerous smile as he kicked carrie to turn her.

He chuckled proud of his work. He relished the feeling of seeing someone scream and cry in fear because of him. He loved it when they begged him to stop but that made him more enthusiastic about his crimes. He never felt any guilt. Ever.

He pulled out a black dagger. His cold, dark eyes were hollow and unforgiving as he bent down and leisurely trailed the dagger on her skin making a long line of deep cut on her arm.

The blood oozed out from her wound rapidly.

Surprisingly she showed no signs of pain, she didn't even hiss or cry when he did that.

I couldn't even close my eyes. My body was working automatically. I wanted the past to change, thought I could do it but I couldn't.

How ever way I had acted three years ago, my body worked the same way. The past me was so foolish. Such a coward.

He did the same on her other arm and legs. Made long deep cuts, peeling the skin off her body.

Now her beautiful face. he thought. I'm gonna torture her so much, she is going to be my best work.

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yo guys

what do u think about this chapter :)

Now you know died.

U can ask me if ur still confused.

Carrie is Carl's lil sister. Lynn and her are really close so they call each other sis. ;)