Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

She woke up in the sterile white room. Dizzy from the chloroform she inhaled last night.
“Wh-Where am I…?” She sat up a little. Looking around in the room as she tried to get on her feet without falling to her feet.
“Hello! I- I’m… this place creep me out!” She walked slowly to the door. Reached for the door knob. Turning it slowly. “Shit… Billy! If it’s you kidding with me I swear to god you are dead!!” The door wouldn’t move. She put her head to the door and listened if it was coming anybody. “You are seriously creeping me out Billy! Stop it!”She walked a little around in the room. Almost falling a couple of times due to her dizziness. No windows. She walked to the suitcase. Looking at the clothes. ‘What? This isn’t my clothes… this is all white.’ She thought. She picked up a box and opened it. A razor blade. She took it up and looked at it. And threw it fast to the other side of the room.
She was only wearing one of her big BVB shirts now. And panties of course.She got on her feet. Took of her shirt and stood there topless.
She slowly bends down picking up a bra and a plane white shirt. Her long brown hair hung perfect around her.As she stood up the door behind her got swung open.She gasped and tuned around fast holding the shirt over her breasts. She gasped of the sight of the man standing there.
His hair was raven black, his skin pale as snow and he had grey/blue ring around his eyes. But the two things she noticed the most was his prefect hazel brown eyes and blood coming from his lip. Never mind the blood, just look at those eyes! They were filled with love.
Or anger.
But right now she couldn’t tell difference. He wore a black shirt with a loose red tie. And without her even noticing he was walking up to her. When he stood in front of her she looked up at him and smiled a small smile.
“Hello my Wendy…” his voice was filled with love but was ice cold. She didn’t quite know how to describe it. He said her name with such love. But also in an ice cold tone, almost scary. “m-my n-name is-is not Wendy…. It-its Joanna…” her voice was thin and light. Like when she was scared.
He sighted and pushed her hard backwards. Making her fall over the suitcase. “I heard you calling after Billy... Billy isn’t here my dear. It’s only me, you and my other lovely girls.” He spat at her while talking. This time his voice dripped with despite. “And I was right… Wendy…” with that he spat her right in the face and left the room.
She was in shock. Where was she? She didn’t remember much from last night either. When she thought back on it she only remembered one particular thing. She had felt something touch her mouth and nose. Then just blackness.
She sat up. Dried away the spit in her face. Looked around and tears began forming in her eyes. ‘Why do I always cry?’ She spotted a thing lying on the floor a few feet away from her.She bend after it. Got it. It was a piece of thick white fabric. It was soaked with something red looking like blood. She looked at the piece of fabric in her hands. She turned it around in her hands and it showed a sentence.
‘YOU NEED A DOCTOR BABY, YOU SCARED?’ With that she heard a high pitched scream and something falling to the floor.
Everything just blackened.

Notes

I know im using Asking Alexandria inspired titles! blame me! Sorry if anything is misspelled!

~FaboulousKilljoy