Will I still be alive when he does? I mean, I know that sounds dramatic, but no one knows the attic exists, and I didn’t tell anyone that I was coming over to the house.
So stupid.
For about the tenth time, I try to wiggle my way back up, but the piece of wood that cut the hell out of my leg is still embedded in the skin, and when I try to work it back up, it hurts all over again.
Not to mention, I’m so cold that I’m numb in half of my body, and my arms don’t want to work.
The dark is the worst. If it were light outside, it would still suck, but it wouldn’t be this scary. Thiscreepy.
That’s an understatement.
“This is terrifying.”
Something skitters over the floor behind me, and I gasp, then let out a whimper.
“Go away,” I say, but my voice is scratchy because for the first hour or so, I screamed my ass off.
No one came.
My phone rings, and when I look down between my legs to the floor below, I see that it’s Chad returning my call.
“Sorry, Chad. I’m a little hung up.”
I giggle at the thought. I’ve officially lost my marbles. And when something moves next to me, I scream, flailing my arms, hoping that I knock whatever the hell it is across the room.
“I want out of here!” I yell and try to drag myself out of this hole once more, gritting my teeth when the wood drags through my flesh. “Fuck, that hurts.”
I’m tired. I kind of want to sleep since I’m so cold. My eyes are so heavy, and my body is tingly. I can’t feel my lips anymore.
And my fingertips feel funny.
Suddenly, something crashes somewhere in the house, and then I hear Brooks scream out, “JULIET! JULIET!”
Oh God, he’s here.
“Help!” I try to yell, but it comes out as a croak. “Help!”
I clear my throat and try again.
“HELP! UPSTAIRS!”
Footsteps thunder below me. More than just Brooks is here.
“Help!” I cry out again, tears running down my face now. “Please help.”
“Jules?”
I’m looking down between my legs, and I can feel when someone runs into the room. I’m over the pink bedroom. Suddenly, I can see the glow of a flashlight, and then it’s shining up into my eyes.
“Ah!”
“Baby! Fuck, how did you get up there? You’re bleeding!”
I’m hyperventilating again. Sobbing. “Stairs. Back bedroom.”
He runs away, taking the light with him, but then more people are below me with more flashlights.
“We’re all here, Jules.” That’s Blake’s voice. “We’ve got you, pretty girl. Take a deep breath for me. I see the blood. Where are you hurt, gorgeous?”
