Sirens were going off as you awoke. Your head felt fuzzy and you could barley open your eyes. You were wrapped in some security blanket. You opened your eyes to meet a white like ceiling. You heard voices, screams, cries. You slowly sat up and you saw a male in front of you, he was wearing a police uniform. Did the cops catch us? "Ma'am, I am with the police force, can you please tell me what happened?" He pulled out a notepad and looked at you. "You're free to take your time, but please fill us in with all the details so we can find out what happened." You looked around to see you were sitting on the bed of a firetruck. You saw the red, white, and blue lights flashing from the cop cars. Some body bags, others injured. What did happen? "Um, uh..." You whispered trying to remember what happened. The male sighed, "Lets start off with an easy question, what is your name?" You licked your chapped lips and answered "My name is (F/n) (L/n)." He nodded and scribbled onto the notepad. He motioned for you to continue. Suddenly the memories came back; You went to Spencer's party, Lucas left you, Spencer offered you a drink, you took it, he attempted to woe you. Then came the screams and Spencer's blood, you looked for Lucas, watched a girl die, and then... and then a possible murderer kissed you. "Pretend to be dead." This made your head hurt. You cleared your throat as tears fell down your face, you didn't want to keep the impatient cop waiting. "I went to a party with a friend to," you looked at the house "to, uh Spencer's house." You watched as he wrote some notes. "I remember walking in and smelling sweat and uh pot... I guess. And I think Lucas left me -- which I assume for a girl-- and," He cut you off "Who's Lucas?" You nodded "My bestfriend, he goes to college with me... wait, where is he? Have you seen him?!" You began to freak out and he grabbed your shoulder gently. "Your friend is okay, he wasn't seen here, we assumed he went home." You gulped and nodded continuing the story wiping a tear off your cheek. "And I went to the living room, Spencer walked up to me and offered me a drink...I uh took it. He then continued trying to flirt with me. Then I remember seeing blood coming out of his stomach." You paused as the cop took notes. "Were you and Spencer ever in a romantic relationship?" You shook your head no, "An affair?" You blushed and shook your head no. He nodded. "And what else happened?" You continued. "I went to go find Lucas, I slipped and fell on the ground and watched as a girl... oh god," you choked on your tears and sobbed and he rubbed your back. You sniffled and continued. "She died, I think. I was so scared. I ran for my life screaming Lucas's name and then, and then a man in an orange hoody came towards me." He scribbled down notes. "I slipped and fell and I saw him wearing a -- what looked like a ski mask with a red sad face I think. I tried to run but I fell and he, he lifted his mask half way..." Your eyes widened "and he kissed me." He raised an eyebrow and wrote some notes. "He kissed you?" You nodded. "Did he say anything?" Should you tell him? You licked your lips. "He told me to pretend I'm dead." He nodded and looked at you. "Anything else?" You replied "No." He nodded. "That's enough then, would you like me to take you home or call your parents?" You thought about it, your parents didn't live close and you had no way to get home. "Can I get a ride please?" He nodded and helped you to his car. You got in and he started the car and you gave him your address to your apartment building, for the rest of the ride you were silent.

"Call us if you have anymore details, or you see that man again." You nodded and got out of the car. You searched your pockets and managed to find your keys as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. It had to be around 4:00 in the morning judging by the darkness. You raised your shaking hand and tried to unlock your door about three times before it finally worked. You shut the door behind you, as you did so you noticed all the blood on your clothes and the memories of the girl and Spencer, and that man . It was too much to handle, you ran to your bathroom and fell to the floor and puked into the toilet. You cried as you did so and once you were done vomiting you lazily flushed it with your hand, which had dried blood on it, and leaned against the wall. You wiped your mouth off and looked at the ceiling. Lucas, you should call him. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw there was a scratch on it due to your fall. You shakily tapped his number and waited for him to answer as you bounced your leg violently. "Hello?" A calm voice answered, the voice of your bestfriend. "Lucas? Lucas are you okay? were you hurt at all?"

"No? Wait shit I'm sorry (F/n) I fell asleep when I got home. I tried finding you but I couldn't I ran out of the house with some other friends since a guy with hatchets was chasing us and oh god we jumped into my car an-"

"Lucas it's okay, I was just worried." He looked for you? You would have seen him right?

"(F/n) are you sure you're okay?" You looked at your bruised hip lifting up your shirt and winced.

"Yeah I'm okay. I'll let you sleep. Goodnight Lucas."

"Goodnight (F/n)" and with that you hung up.

You studied your bruised hip. How come you didn't notice it before. Maybe because the shock was subsiding. You slowly slid up the wall and wiped your running nose. May as well take a bath to calm down... right? You walked over to the white tub and turned it on hot. You grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and set it on the sink. You began taking your clothes off and you threw them into the hamper. Looking at the boiling water you decided to cool it down a bit and turned on the cold. You tested the water with you hand satisfied and shut the water off. You climbed in and let the hot water sting you. The dried blood flowed off your fingers and you dipped your head down into the tub and came back up. You sat there looking at the creme colored wall. You closed your eyes and brought your knees to your chest wrapping yourself into a ball. You couldn't think anymore it hurt too much. You fell asleep.

??? P.O.V

She is truly beautiful. I looked at the woman in the bathtub. It's dangerous to sleep in the bath, she could drown. I walked over and I rolled up my sleeves and gently dipped my arms into the now cold water. I gently and slowly picked her up bridal style so I wouldn't wake her. Her wet hair shined under the bathroom light. I picked up the towel with one of my hands that was behind her back. My combat boots caused the floor to creak, but I continued on. I laid her on her (f/c) blankets and wrapped her in the towel. I looked around and saw her dresser, I stalked over to it and I opened the top drawer which had underwear and socks along with some bras. I picked up a plain black pair with a lace hem. I looked in the next drawer to see pajamas. I reached in and picked a pair of flannel pants and I reached for a shirt but stopped. I could give her my shirt. I shut the drawer, set the clothes down, and I stripped off my orange hoody and took off my grey t-shirt. I quickly threw my orange hoody back on and grabbed the stuff and walked to her bed. I gently unwrapped her body from the towel and made sure she was dry. I slowly slid the underwear up her legs and then I grabbed the pants and did the same. I grabbed my grey shirt and gently lifted her arms. She flinched. I stopped completely and when she finally was calm I continued on. I managed to get her head and arms through the correct holes and pulled the shirt down over her breast. It's so big on her... it's cute. I picked up the towel and walked to the bathroom and threw it in the hamper. I walked back to her room and I tucked her in and brushed her hair back with my hand. I lifted my ski mask above my lips and placed a kiss on her (s/c) head and placed my mask back down. I hated the way the disgusting man touched her, kissed her neck like he owned her. I own her. No, no, she is not an object she's (F/n), my (F/n).