Frienamies Part 2
You wake up in a new room, not as cold but still not warm. Its white, everywhere and clean. Quiet except for some weird beeping noises. You try to sit up but you can't, there is something holding you back at your arms. You look down sand see a silver chain by your wrist, you were handcuffed to the bed, and not just any bed, a hospital bed. Just then, someone walks in, a police officer. You couldn't take your eyes off the gun strapped to his belt, it had called to you just like in the room, you hadn't even noticed that he had started talking.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“What happened, why am I here, let me go,” you screamed, “I did nothing wrong!”
“Calm down, you'll get a chance to talk to someone later about what you did or did not do but im just here to tell you what happened. Do you know anyone name Mazey?”
The sound of her name makes your head jerk forward so fast that your neck hurts. “Mazey,” you say, “we were friends, best friends.”
“Well we found her body in an old abandoned shack. The only other things there were you, a gun with your fingerprints, and this doll.” he pulls out the doll as he speaks. On the inside you scream but you try not to let your fear show. The man continues, “the neighbors called when they heard a gunshot and found we a bullet in your back and one in Mazeys head.” it was there that your mind started to fade, he continued to talk about your treatment and talking to a layer and things like that but you couldn't focus. You just kept thinking back to the doll, could it be true, did the doll try and kill you? It must have but how? Would anyone even believe you?
You sit there for what feel like hours as the officer drowns on but you're barely listening. Finally he leaves and takes the doll with him. After the doctor comes in and takes a few tests you try to fall asleep. The bed is hard and the iv line keeps getting tangled so you barely sleep. In the middle of the night you wake up to the sound of the door slamming. You look around frantically but see no one, no one at all you lay back down and turn your head but right as you do you see it. The cold porcelain eyes of the doll staring at your face. You try to scream but nothing comes out. Then you feel a strange sensation, the same one you felt when you saw… the gun. You were frozen in fear as you watch the doll slowly climb up the chair by your bed but it wasn't until its mouth moved that you feared your life.
“It’s your fault,” the doll said slowly, “it's your fault i'm like this. You killed my body but my soul lives on… and I want revenge.”
“Wh-what?” you question in a quiet mumble.
“REVENGE!” the doll shouts loud enough that it feels like the whole building shakes beneath your feet. “I missed, but I wont this time.” the doll slowly lifts the gun again but you are confined to the bed thanks to these handcuffs. You hear the slight tap of the porcelain fingers on the trigger and see an evil smile on the dolls face. The last thing you ever hear… is a CRACK.