Escape 2

I was met with two pairs of eyes. A man and a woman were staring at me. They were smiling from ear to ear. The man leaned down and touched my cheek. 

In a gentle voice, he said, “Did you think you could escape?”

With that something sharp poked my skin and then there was darkness. Darkness suffocating my body like a damp, musty, thick blanket, clinging to every inch of my pale skin.

I could feel, I was carried into the basement, my feet dragging against every step it took to get to the ground floor. They sat me in a sitting position and chained me to the wall. They stared at me for a moment and smiled. The dim light made my skin sparkle and glow. And then I heard something “I’m glad I have you forever now. I wouldn’t call it obsessed, I'd call it destiny.”

I couldn’t understand anything.What does that mean? Who are they?

I gasped when a realisation hit me. I was kidnapped. 

I was warm enough not to be dead, but so immobile that the drugs had me out for the count. 

 Other than the noise of the generator, the room was a silent concrete box. It could be anywhere. I craned my neck for a window, there was none. For all I knew I could be deep underground, in some random room in an isolated prison or in someone's personal cell. Above the only source of light was an old fashioned bulb on a bare white wire and its switch was nowhere to be seen. There was something amateurish about the way the concrete walls had been set. The angles weren't quite right and there was a roughness to the texture. That in itself ruled out quite a lot of places and potential abductors. My money was on this being someone's personal homemade jail cell and that could either be far preferable or very, very bad.

It’s been three days since I was bought here, one would never know how grateful I’m for the kind lady to be here. She secretly bought me food and water and occasionally cleaned my wounds. 

Noush was cleaning my wounds when we heard the door click open. In a matter of seconds someone held her by the neck. She had a hand over her mouth, the other rigidly clutching the white of her apron, her eyelids shut so tightly they began to fidget and shudder from the bullish force, as if the very corner of her eyes were being pricked with a needle, crying silent tears that ran past her plump, red cheeks and over her knuckles until finally dripping onto the floor with as much a sound as the woman's hushed agony.

Noush had been shot right next to me and I could still feel the drying blood splatters on my face and arms. 

Surrounded by four walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by other prisoners - anything to pass time, slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare.

Soon enough I heard the door open and shut, its creaking noise bringing a chill to my spine. It sounded like some dying animal, crying out its pain and sorrow with its last breath.

I heard  footsteps nearing. I lifted my head with all the strength that I had just to see someone who I didn’t expect. 

My uncle. 

He looked different than before. 

“W-why have you k-kidnapped me?” I asked him, feeling fear lace within my emotions. 

Instead of answering my question he said "I'd offer you some wine Amelia, but you seem somewhat tied up." Then he'd loaded a syringe from a small brown vial and plunged it into his goddaughter's thigh.

Pain. That’s what I felt. Sometimes the pain crushes you- it leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. My pain was an ocean of unknowable depths, swift currents and lurking beasts. How could he do this?

Days passed and I never saw him again. There were hundreds of questions swirling inside my head. I needed answers. He was the best thing I had after my father died until Mother married my stepfather. 

I didn’t realise unless I felt something pressed against my head. 

“I’m sorry but I have no other option left” uncle spoke. 

“Why?” I asked. 

“He died because of you. He was trying to protect you. My brother is no longer with us, he didn't deserve it.”

Memories were on repeat as I recalled everything that he had ever been for me. All the love that he always showed me. He told me the entire truth, never looking away. I’ve never had so many tears escape from me in one day. I never even had so many emotions circling throughout me in one day either. 

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as I heard the sound of gunshot. I wanted to tell him that this was wrong, he was insane. How can he blame me for my father's death. How can someone be so low that they kill someone who is innocent. When I tried to move my mouth, nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I felt this numbing sensation that travelled through my entire body. I looked over at Uncle to see him holding the gun. He was the one who shot me. 

My hand came up to the side of my head when I felt blood. Then, my body pummelled, hitting the floor. I couldn’t move, speak, or anything. 

-They say you die twice, the first when they bury you in the grave and the last time that somebody mentions your name.

*Do you'll think Amelia deserved this kind of death or this kind of life? Was this fair? Let me know*

-DC