I sat tied up in a chair. A man was standing in front of me with a gun in hand. He had aimed it right at my chest. It was him, I realized, the murderer from that night. I was back in the hotel room and I was in the same position as the man who'd been killed before was in. I tried to scream but for some reason no sound came out of my mouth. I thrashed around wildly trying to get free, silently screaming my lungs out but it was no use.
The man just smiled maniacally at me. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that he was going to kill me. I saw his lips move and figured he was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear him. He then shot me..... right in the heart. My eyes went wide in horror as I watched blood pour out of my chest. I felt the life slowly drain out of me and my eyes, growing heavy, closing shut.
I woke with a start, breathing fast, eyes wide and looking around frantically. My skin damp with sweat and covered in goose bumps.
