Why chose me?

I must have been over reacting, maybe I just forgot to shit the window. I flicked my brain back to the open window and closed it and decided to flick the suspicions away.

"Ellie...." a voice whispered down my neck making my spine shiver. Did something or someone talk or was it just my imagination? God I must be so paranoid.

"Is anyone there?" I asked totally not expecting a response but to my surprise I got one anyway.

"Ellie I've missed you.." I'm sure that wasn't the same voice. This voice was recognisable it was raspy and musky I felt like I knew who this voice belonged to. Was I having a bad dream or was there seriously people in my house.

"haha, very funny who's there." I sarcastically laughed pretending like I wasn't scared which was utter bullshit. I heard faint laughs it sounded like there was about 6 other people in my house with me.

I swear someone just tapped my shoulder but I'm too terrified to turn around and go face to face with this person. Shit what should I do? As I was about to walk away a large hand crawled over my mouth blocking my air ways and voice so I couldn't speak.

I was met with two bright green orbs, rosy pink lips and a handful of messy chocolate curls. Mmm something about his face was familiar but I couldn't put I'm fingered on it. Then out of my cupboard jumped 4 other relatively familiar looking faces.

"Promise you won't scream if I move my hand?" The curly guy said as he tightened his grip around my waist pulling me closer. I nodded my head in response because I obviously couldn't talk. He slowly removed his hand and once it was fully off I was stupid enough to scream. Wow! I'm so fucking cleaver! Sarcasm...

His hand went straight back to my mouth and he heaved me over his shoulders and the last thing I could remember was being injected with a needle in my arm and feeling weirdly sleepy.

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