Samantha, you are vicious.

Thunder crashes and the lights sizzle to a burn.
Shouts and screams, but mostly silence, fall upon me.
And the only thing visible is the moon,
shining like a coast guard’s flashlight through the pitch black sky.

What have I done?

Thrashing, I try to free myself from this cold, damp feeling. 
I feel the smallest of bugs scramble along my arm,
but the feeling only lasts for a matter of milliseconds
before a new set of fiery ants appear to torment me.

Who is there?

Heavy footsteps creak along the hundred year old wood floors as
icy figures confine my neck from movement.
The beat of my heart quickens, my blood rising,
until I let out a hollow screech.

Why is this happening to me? 

As if muffled by cotton, a cracking voice fills my eardrums.
I remain frozen, not even a single twitch comes over me.
And the rope tightens around my wrists,
piercing them as the red serum drips to the floor.

Open your eyes, Sami.

Rapidly blinking, gaining sight by the second,
the shine of the white fluorescent light blinds my vision.
Receiving no oxygen, my lungs have crumbled.
One last single blink, and the blur subsides.

“Sammi u are vicious,” I read.
And it’s a text. Only a text.