I woke up slowly as usual. Pieces and pieces of the room faded into my vision. When finally try to move around I notice that I'm tied to a chair!
"I thought you'd never wake up." Her tone was more dangerous than earlier. "I didn't want to wake up to this." you thought you whispered.
You are terrible at whispering. She clenched her fist and stomped her foot. "Fine smart ass would like to wake up in the gateway of heaven?" She was tapping her left foot o n the ground. "You slick fucker." I spat clenching my teeth.
She pulled her backpack closer to her, bending over to get her knife. Standing back up strolling over to me.
"You must not fear death itself, but fear for others it brings. If you die... All of your friends and family would be heart broken and I am here for it." She explained in a husky raucous voice.
Her next motions were even more hostile than usual. Remember were talking about her.
She quickly put the knife to my throat pressing the end blade to my collarbone. It was just a needle like feel until the rest of the knife was forced to my neck. It was a smooth cold razor sharp surface, and you knew that the second you move will be life or death.
You decided you where to young to die so you sat there still and quiet. What you didn't notice is that the knife was no longer at your throat, but it was on the floor.
You stare at the beautifully carved details on the knife. You noticed that the knife on the ground was a knife you gave her.
When your (s/p)friend broke up with you she let you move in.
Flash back
'That's it?' you sadly thought. You were at Mia's house. It was a above average sized house made of brick and wood, both of which painted black. You stepped out car and into the driveway, down the path and up the three short stairs leading to the porch.
You were having second thoughts about moving in with her. Pulling your phone out of your pocket checking the time you see exactly how early it is. '5:14' the numbers read. You took a deep breath and scratched the back of your neck. You finally knocked on the door. It takes a second before you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
You started to freakout thinking about what she might do or say when you ltell her what happened. Then you hear the turning and clicking of about four locks on the door. You are greeted by a clearly hot and bothered masked Mia.
The thing about her is that you can tell how she feels by body movement. Mostly posture. I watched her soften from her tense angry state, she opened the screen door for me to come in.
When you got in the house she turned on the light showing her sleep attire. She had black adida basketball shorts on. It was a black leather band with a knife tucked under it, it was on her right leg.
She also had a black t-shirt on, on the upper right it had a broken heart in white thread. Finally her black mask and that signature thicc, bouncy up-do of hers.
You were analyzing her outfit so closely you didn't know your face was heating up. "So what brings you to Canadas favourite horror house?" She yawned. "(r/n) broke up with me and told me to pack my stuff and scram before he beats the common sense out of me. So I book the fastest flight out here and rented a car." You weakly whimpered.
"He said he would beat you?" "Yeah, he was drunk." You replied. You didn't want to hear anymore screaming especially from your best friend.
"Please don't scream at me... I know you told me to tell you if you breathed in my direction and I didn't like it to call you. But I just couldn't..." I quietly trailed off. She was attempting to calm down.
"I want you to go to sleep in the guest room. My bed smells strongly of alcohol and you to get away from that. I will bring in your stuff do don't worry about anything." She said stiffly. You didn't want to argue so off you went.
Flashback End
Besides the back story your attention was slowly drawn towards whezzing and sharp breathing. I see her in the corner and I don't know if it's Mia laughing and Aim dying.
Let alone both possibly fighting over the contamination of the body! You went with the last answer and cheered for your friend.
Her legs were sprawled out the ground. She was coughing and laughing at the same time. You couldn't do anything but sit there and ask one question.

    "Are you ok?"