The thing that caused me to wake up, was the layer of sweat over my body that made my clothes cling to me like a needy child. The sunlight was pestering it's ways through the few windows and there was a dripping noise from a broken facet in the small kitchen. I got off the plaid couch-a knit cover falling to the wooden floor. 

There was a thick layer of dust that armored the real hardwood-my socks collected small amounts of it. Danny wasn't anywhere. My body grew goosebumps even though I felt like I was burning up. My head was pulsing and I felt shaky. There had been some memories from last night but they weren't vivid.

They had been there but not close enough to grasp-sort of like a dream. Remembering some things but forgetting most. Even what you remembered didn't collectively seem right.

I walked into the bathroom, there were sewing needles scattered on the counter and a tissue soaked up with bright red blood. Like someone was in here only an hour ago-but Danny like I had already discovered was nowhere to be found, and this cabin wasn't like a maze.

I washed my face and got out of my clothes.

I walked to a bedroom searching for something-all there was were jeans ad t-shirts of old bands from the 80's and 70's. I took a shirt from the Clash. It fell lose over my butt and to the start of my knees-I put my hair in a tight low ponytail and watered it down to brush it back in the bathroom.

By the time I was tidy I walked back to the kitchen.

Finally, I noticed it. 

There was fresh clothes, new food, working lights and water. Danny took me here late last night-like he knew all this was here. Like he knew this place inside and out. I grabbed the box of cocoa puffs and poured it into a bowl and then some milk. I sat down at a rickety table with two grey cushiony chairs. I ate a spoonful. 

My mind began familiarizing everything that was in the cabin. The details of certain objects, the amount of plants and light switches. The three working outlets and the one in the corner that was fried. But nothing gave context clues to a Danny I didn't know. 

I put the bowl of cereal down and walked back to the bedroom, I looked through drawers and under the bed-but just like it should be-I couldn't find anything. I was stumped, recollecting back on anything Danny told me to see if I can summon context clues to figure this place out. 

Then I saw it, a deep line in the floor forming into a full outline.

It was there so perfectly, like this was some movie and luck pondered and came to me out of impatientce. I opened the trapdoor and went down the steps there was a dim glow but not much to be like a golden halo from god. I saw some junk thrown around and counters with little items. There was a table, and on it was Danny. I walked closer clenching my fists so much they began to sting in reaction. 

His eyes were closed shut, there were about six needles in his face, he looked pale and like he had been there for hours. Lips chapped and wrists red from what I assumed to be him being tied up only a few short hours ago. Now not that I am an investigator but it didn't take long before I knew that It had to have been Danny's grandparents who did this.

I walked closer and shook him gently-"Danny." I said, but he didn't move or stir or even moan.

I bit my lip, pondering what to do-for all I knew his grandparents could come rushing back in to do the same thing to me. I grabbed his hand and felt my hope slipping away, like someone's last breathes or words as they lay on a pale chemical covered bed in a pure white hospital.

His eyes opened in a quick motion and he grabbed my wrist-"where are they?" He asked' "I-I-I-I don't know I woke up and cleaned up then saw you down here. I have no idea where they went I just needed to figure out how to get you out. " He leaped up and grabbed my hand as we pummeled up the stairs and ran to the car, we got in locking the doors and he swerved out the driveway and down the road.

Trees cascaded into the sunlight and rays peered through evergreens. He was speeding down the road, he started pulling out a needle from his face. He began grunting as blood slowly came from where the needle was put. It came out and he chucked it out the window, he grabbed another and more blood came, and another, and until they were all gone and his face was drizzled with blood.

He was shaking and breathing heavy, his veins pulsing through his soft white skin. 

It didn't sit right with me, it made me think of when it was Halloween and he was insane. When he killed two innocent people and hurt me. When he was making sick twisted jokes and drinking gasoline. This Danny wasn't the Danny that ate cherry pie and took me on spontaneous dates. This was the Danny that had a possessive instinct. A want to kill. A want to hurt people-even if he loved them.

"Danny, are you okay?"

"If you need to pull over or grab a bite we can, maybe we should just so you can regain your energy."

He grabbed my wrist and looked at me-still driving on the open road.

"I don't need a bite to eat-I don't need anything right now." "You're bleeding can we clean you up?" I asked, he laughed to himself.

"It's just pins and needles baby. Just pins and needles." His face began to stain with color from the blood that was now beginning to pour less, he tightened his grip on the wheel. "Don't worry it will be okay A little stinging never killed anybody." The words rolled off his tongue vaguely as he played with a needle in his hand covered in his blood. 

He looked at it and then with a flick it flew out the window it plinked on the road behind us.