Baylee-POV
It's dark. Too dark.
Eyes opened or closed doesn't make much of a difference. But keeping them open is much more painful. Do you know what else is in pain? My ass! The steel chair i was chained to is burning my ass off. If i ever get out of here, i don't think i will be able to sit for a week.
How long have i been here? God knows. All i know is that it has been too long, long enough for me to give up on my life.
I have already cheated death twice. But this time, i don't see a way out.
The skin on my wrist and ankle where the rope rests to tie me to the chair is on fire. The slightest movement digs the rope in to my flesh just a little bit more. And don't even get me started on my leg. My right knee- that i have worked so hard to heal from past injurey- is now busted. The spot where Harvy's baseball bat colided is throbing more by the minute.
Harvy. Oh Harvy. I wonder how he is feeling right now. I wonder how he would react when he sees the video. That boy that gave me butterflies and made my heart skip a beat, that boys that stopped at nothing to bully me, that boy that made me hate myself for loving him would possibly hate me after this even more than he already does.
I looked down at my knee and fresh tears warmed my face. I have never been in so much pain before and i know first hand what pain is. I close my eyes to focus on staying awake but it was becoming unbareable. Once they get to my phone and that video goes out, i'm sure help would come. But...what if they don't make it in time? I have never been much of a prayer but God, please make this end. But even if people see the video and help comes fast, i don't think i can go back to my life.
Everyone will know what happened. Every one will know who blue ink is.
My friend was smart enough to program my phone with a security alert that send out a destress signal if some one was touching my account. I made that video instead of an alert signal just incase shit like this might happen. And as soon as this mosters type in the wrong password, blue ink will be live and they won't be able to stop my face poping up on Blue Ink account and reveal the truth.
"Hi. Blue Ink here. Surpirse. It's Baylee smith..."
That video is my only hope. I have done a lot of things this year, shit i have been able to do enonomosly and got away with. But now if they all know it was me, i doubt any of them would look for me. Sure the police might search because it's a top case in Califronia right now but the rest...
The only people that wouldn't give up on me would be my dad and Charlotte. But let's face it. Dad being on a hospital bed and Charlotte being an outcast teenager, there is no chance of me walking out of here alive.
And the rest would say, 'F*ck you, Baylee Smith. F*ck you." Even my own twin brother wouldn't lose sleep if i die here for all i did to him and his buddies.
Being here all alone has given me much time to think about my decisions. I know i have done good with the whole "Blue Ink" thing but look where fighting back got me... In the dark, with my ass burning and my knee throbing, awaiting for my captors to finish the job, while looking back and thinking about the academy and its asshole people.
But if i was given a chance to go back in time just before i messed with them and created a new account under the name "Blue Ink", i know that i would not hesitate to do it all over again- minus the part where i stumbled on shit i wasn't supposed to stumble on. I have seen things i couldn't unsee in that academy. Well... I have filmed things i couldn't unfilm in that academy. And now, once they think they have all the evidence i have against them, they would surly kill me. I am an eye witness after all.
None of this was supposed to go this far. What had started as a simple revenge, esculated into something bigger that just getting back at my bullies.
I gasp when the pain on my knee doubles and i know that i am reaching my limit. The warm blood from my knee was now cold and dry. My right leg was fully red now and i have lost too much blood to even let me think streight at this point.
There is a moment when the pain becomes too blinding that i wouldn't hesitate to cut the scars on my wrist again just to end it all and get little rest.
They say everything happens for a reason, but what in the actualy f*ck?
I must have been some crule ass killer in my past life to suffer all of this. I try to move a little but the pain becomes worse.
I closed my eyes to take a deep breath but regreted it immidealty as i felt my side burn. Assholes must have broken my rib too.
It's after what felt like hours that i finaly start to feel numb. A tiny bit of panick surges through my heart as i realized that this was it. There was no more pain. Not in my knee or my side or around my neck or even from the mercyless ropes digging in to my skin. Finally, this is going to end. Finally, i'm going to close my eyes and never wake up again.
On second thought though, i decided to open my eyes and stare blankly at the dark surface. If i die, and some one finds me, i want to creep the hell out of them when they see my eyes wide open and staring back at them with dime lifeless light.
I smile softly at my stupid thoughts as i felt my concious slipping through my fingers.
Good bye, Dad. Good bye, brother. Good bye, love. Good bye bestfriend.
Mom, i'm coming to you sooner than i thought i would. See you soon...
