Cotton Candy Revenge... Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and looked around, No it wasn't a dream. Im still tied to a chair with a bleeding bullet hole in my stomach. Everything that happened came back to me, my neighbors dying, Inviting jason into my home, him stealing my supplies and then....shooting me.

Him and his band of ass-whipes are going down, but I have no food, no water, and no weapons.I need to focus on surviving. I look around for anything to help me get out. Nothing. I'm Fucked. "no, dont think like that, you can get out of this...just think..." The light bulb in my head went off and I smiled. Years ago when the house was being built, they were training a new employee; He wasnt very skilled and the staples on the edge of the carpet were sticking up a bit.

I cant tell you how many times I had stepped on the sharp edge of the staple and cursed him to a fiery eternity, but now I was thanking him and praying he was safe. I took a deep breath and threw all of my weight back. I hit the ground and pain exploded from my wound. I layed there gasping until I could stand to move again. I slid to the staple and positioned the rope on top of it. (cutting the hell out of my back in the process.) I slid back and forth, much like a bear scratching his back on a tree. I sensed the rope was getting weaker and gave one last yank.

The rope snapped. I reached to untie my legs and rolled out of the chair. All of the physical activity had opened the wound again. "ow...fuck that hurts" Stumbling to my feet, I managed to get down the stairs, I yanked open the kitchen drawer and pulled out a spoon. I always kept a Pair of pliers under the sink for plumbing issues, now it would be put to a different use. I couldn't risk getting myself a drink to ease the pain, the fuckers probably took all my wine anyway.

I turned on the oven burner and set the spoon down over the flame. I Picked up the pliers, took a deep breath, and stuck them into the bullet hole. I screamed in pain but I had to keep going. I found the bullet and clamped it, I pulled it out and leaned against the counter, gasping. I hope it hadn't fragmented... I had to stop the bleeding, I was already feeling woozy. I picked the spoon up, It was red hot now. I took a deep breath and pressed it to my wound. 

It sizzled and started to melt the skin together, I screamed as loud as I could, and passed out from the pain.