It was nearly eleven o'clock when all the people left and the tape over the door where Frank was shot to death hung silently. You were exhausted and changed over for bed. Having no save you slid it under your pillow and closed your eyes. "May you suffer." You opened your eyes to the sound of Franks voice. The chill ran across your skin. It would happen, but from where, how? You would not wait long.
A shot rang out and the bullet struck you in the waist. The pain was sharp and the warm blood flowed. You told yourself it wasn't real but that did little against the sharp pain. The blood was real and so was the pain. You knew no one was in the room but you were shot none the less. You tried to leave the room but you couldn't move from the bed. Your legs refused to obey your commands. Panic set in from the realization. You were going to bleed to death on this bed. The door opened and Eva walked in with Jamie each holding a gun. They looked at you with no smiles and raised their guns at you. Each one taking turns shooting you. The bullet was real and it was a sharp pain, different from a knife. They shot your hands and arms. The holes poured blood and the bed was soaked in a warm red puddle. Just to drive the point home they shot your legs, you watched as the bullet left a red hole and the blood pour out. You felt dizzy but no pain from the injuries to your legs. More panic came in a torrent as You watched pieces of you being shot away. The pain was excruciating. Screaming unable to move the two girls were soon out of bullets you didn't see her come into the room but Vivian was there with a shot gun. "May you suffer." She took aim and fired at your throat. when you flinched you opened your eyes to find yourself sanding next to Jamie with a gun in your hand. You watched the mutilated Eva with both hands over her throat. The blood squirting threw her fingers with the timing of her hear beats. some of the buck shot went into her face exposing the inside of her nasal cavity and removing her right eye.
You stood there as Jamie and Vivian looked at you then left the room closing the door behind them. Eva on the bed was dead. Shot to death. She might wake up paralyzed or her voice removed like Vivian. She might have an eye that exploded in her sleep. It was maddening not know just as it was madding that the pain was still coursing threw your body. The next thought caused more tears to stream down your face as you though, what if you wake to all of these injuries. Awake you did. Covered in bruises for every shot taken. You pulled the covers from your legs and wide eyed fear watched your feet waiting to see if they responded to your commands. They did. You were so relieved from the response you looked up only to see you were in a different room. You were in the room with the mirror over the bed and you saw your shot to death self. You screamed.