The Non British Princess

Part 39

After spending some time in the day room, chatting with Hadley and FaceTiming with my sisters who were constantly reminding me that they were missing me greatly, I headed back to my room.

Isla had been baking a batch of brownies, with Elizabeth's help of course, when I had called them.
Lizzy said Michaela, Ruby and Abbey had stopped by with a gift to give me that was in the mail currently, but they wouldn't budge on telling me what it was.

It was after dinner, and that would mean I had to be getting ready for bed.

I had been assigned a new room, as far from my old one as possible and with a whole new layout. Including a bathroom that continently looked totally different.

All my things from my old room had been moved across while we were all busy during the day.

A guard was stationed outside my room, specifically right outside my door, probably from Thomas's orders.

The guard watched me as I came over to him, to get to my door, and I think he was on high alert.
"Goodnight sir." I say as I pass and he gives me a nod in recognition.

As I unlock my door with my pin and push it open I breath in slowly. I look over to the guard briefly, who is eyeing me probably to make sure I don't go into shock again, before I turn and calmly shuffle into my room.

I start by locking the door after me, checking the balcony door is securely closed as well.
I go into the closet and change into my nightwear so I'm comfortable.

I crawl into bed, wrapping myself up tightly in the covers, and will myself to sleep.

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The hooded figure is back, but in the bathroom this time. I can't see him, but I know he's there, the feeling of his presence making my skin crawl.
Rough breathing slows from beyond the door and all of a sudden a knife plunges through the wall, appearing smeared in blood in front of me.

I'm standing by the door again, my heart racing and feet glued to the carpet. Holes jab over and over through from the bathroom until I can see more of the hooded figure than of any of the remaining door.
The figure slowly paces towards me, loud dragging feet and the breathing heavy in my ears.

I wanted to scream, to wake up from this nightmare, but I was stuck in darkness that felt real.

Until the figure lunged forward, jabbing the knife right into the heart of my chest.

Blood oozed from myself as I good down at my chest and the figure just repeated, Kill Yourself then cutting into more of my skin, Go to Hell.

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I scream, throwing myself up out my covers with my heart beating at over one hundred kilometres an hour.

I'm so startled I roll off the bed, having been close to the edge as I slept. Knowing me I was probably thrashing all over the place last night.

I groan as I fumble around on the floor, my feet caught on my blanket.

The door to my room is flung open, the guard outside wide eyed and on alert with his gun raised. I scream even louder this time at the intrusion.

I wrap my hands around myself, only now realising my attire now I'm not wrapped in sheets. A pair of underwear and a bralette are the only things I've got on.

The guard looks at me then immediately looks away, clearly not expecting to see me flailing half naked on the floor. He just thought I was in danger.