Liz Fic part 6

Elizabeth’s heart was racing her body was covered in sweat as she shot straight up her hand immediately shooting up to feel her stinging neck. She brought her fingers away from her neck to look at the blood on her hands. She breathed heavily trying to gain her bearings her eyes falling to the sheets that covered her.

Blood. Her entire bed was covered in blood, not just her neck where she felt a stinging sensation. She took a deep calming breath as she ran her bloodied hand over one side of her face and into her hair.

Where did all of the blood come from?

Was it all hers?

Was she dead?

If she were dead then she’d be in some sort of surreal heaven. A pleasant and fabulous heaven where blood was given without a price.

No, she wasn’t dead but she didn’t feel well. Her entire body felt weak, her mind swirling as she fell back to the bloodied sheets trying to think of where all the blood came from. Her body felt so weak, so tired. It wasn’t like her to feel so tired or so dazed.

With an extreme amount of effort she threw a leg over so she was able to roll to her stomach and look around the floor for any clues as to where the blood had come from. Anything. She needed to know why she felt so woozy, why she was still alive if that was all her blood.

Her eyes scanned the floor. A shoe, her bag, her…

Elizabeth pressed her head harder into her mattress to tilt her head slightly. That wasn’t her knife. She had never seen that knife before in her life and yet there it was, covered in blood on top of her bag.

Suddenly she shot up again only to fall to the floor her face planting next to an unfamiliar shoe attached to a leg. She grabbed at it before she realized how terrifyingly bad this was. This was not happening! What was she supposed to be doing?

Calling the cops?

Cleaning up?

What happened when she got home?

Elizabeth closed her eyes and thought back to her drive home. It had involved being driven by a police officer, wait. No. She had taken a cab home but she had been at the police statioin earlier.

She paid the cab driver when she arrived.

Walked up the steps to her apartment glancing over at her deceased neighbors door.

Unlocked her door, walked in the door. Did she unlock her door? Did it matter? She got into her apartment and then…

Then?

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open as she stared at the foot. The man attacked her and held her with the knife to her neck. That’s why her neck stung. He didn’t know how to handle a weapon and he pressed too hard on her neck because she didn’t react the way he wanted. With fear.

There was a fight and she won, obviously by the corpse on her floor.

Despite how much she wanted to cleanse herself of this death, to play around in his puddle of blood, she couldn’t. She had to call the cops for this one. There was no getting out of that but she had to know her story before she did that.

Elizabeth repeated the events in her mind before she finally fumbled for her home phone dialing 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” a male’s voice picked up on the other end.

“Yes, my name is Elizabeth Thory and,” she attempted to choke up like she was on the verge of tears, “I was attacked in my home and I overcame my attacker but I think he’s dead. There’s blood everywhere.”

“Alright ma’am, take a deep breath. Do you feel that your life is threatened right now?” god she hated when people told her to take a deep breath, it was like they thought she had forgotten how to breath. “I don’t think so! I think he’s dead!” she sobbed into the receiver.

“Is anyone in need of medical assistance?”

“Yes,” she breathed quietly.

“Stay on the line with me miss until we get someone to your location. Can you give me your address?”

“Umm. Uh. I live in apartment 26 in the palm apartments, um. It’s on Pine road,” she said being as purposefully ambiguous as possible.

Alright ma’am someone will be there shortly. Please stay on the line with me until medical services get there.

Elizabeth hung up. She didn’t need to hear him repeat himself and she could already hear the sirens. The sirens themselves made her heart beat in anticipation. This was so bad! So very bad and yet she felt she had to do it this way.

About Morrigan

I'm a divorced mother of two trying to find a knack in life. I am unsure if I've found it yet but I'm working on it. It is one of those things that you have to take time to find and unfortunately I'm impatient.
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  1. Did she get in trouble or what happened when the EMS arrived?

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