Weakly I stumbled, over the past two or three days I had lost way too much blood to his torture. But I decided that I needed water, even if that meant possible death.
“H--He--H--Help!!” Someone yelled.
Slowly I turned into a room, a boy who looked barely scratched had his hands tied up.
“Oh my god,” he said as I staggered toward him.
“You’ll be fine if you’re not difficult,” I whispered.
Quickly he nodded, I smiled and walked out of the room. He would be fine if he wasn’t going to be difficult, but of course he was going to be difficult. A wave of dizziness came over me and I gripped the wall for support.
“What’re you doing out of your room?” He said.
“Water,” I mumbled.
“Water?” He laughed. “Water?”
“Yeah,” I nodded a little.
“I’ll give you water,” he grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me down the hall.
At this point it was easier to keep my eyes closed, I couldn’t do anything but let him drag me around.
“You should’ve just asked for water, I wouldn’t have to do this then.” He pulled me down the stairs, things got colder the further we went.
“Knowing you you wouldn’t give me any,” I told him.
“Maybe,” he smirked. “Here we are.”
He tossed me into a concrete room, scratching me up more than he already had.
“If you want water so bad, here it is.” Water pipes creaked and a cold stream of water rained down.
It was freezing, as quickly as I could I pulled myself into a ball, watching all of the blood seep into the drain. Slowly the water got warmer, I stopped being in the ball I had wrapped myself up into. I felt clean, well, as clean as I could be. The water being warm only lasted for a minute or two, gradually the water became blistering.
“You wanted water,” he shouted over my cries for him to stop.
“I don’t want it anymore,” I begged.
“Are you sure?” He sang.
“I’m sure!” I pulled my arms over my face.
“Fine.” He said, shutting off the water.
My skin was burning, most of the blood had rinsed off and I could see where he had gotten me exactly. He looked at me with a softness in his eyes, I braced for impact, expecting him to hit me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me up.
I could barely stand, I felt dizzy and sick.
“Come here,” he wrapped his arm around me, leading me to a chair. “Sit.”
At this point I couldn’t really fight him, and I truly wanted to stop moving.
“Okay..” I said, shakily sitting down.
“Here,” he handed me a mug filled with cold water.
“Thank you,” I said gently, pulling the cup out of his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said as I gulped the water down.
“I shouldn’t have left,” I said, handing the cup back to him.
“Stop blaming yourself, you guys are always blaming yourselves.” He said, wiping my arms off.
“How many of us are there?” I asked.
“That’s unimportant..” He answered.
“Not to me,” I told him.
“To me it is,” he wrapped a white bandage around my arm, blood instantly seeped through the first layer.
“What happens when you’re caught?” I continued asking pointless questions.
“I’ve been wondering that lately myself,” he sighed, wrapping my other arm in a white bandage.
“If I make it out of here I promise I won’t tell them,” I shifted, feeling like it was weird for him to suddenly be nice.
“You’ll get out of here,” he smiled.
No comments:
Post a Comment