The Desire for a Simple Life

THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

Natalia

- A few days later, 4:09 pm -

The past couple of days have been unbearable. My fingers and toes are frozen, and every breath I take it feels like shards of ice going down my lungs. I try to put the cloth from my sweatshirt over my mouth as I inhale trying to warm the air but it's useless. With the lack of water I woke up last night to a charlie horse in my calf, making me now almost limp every step I take. I am freezing, sore, angry, and annoyed.

Atticus's demands are impossible, and impractical! I want to lunge at him and beat the living daylights out of him! Thankfully my shoulder is mostly all better- or just numb from the cold. But I feel better than I did before.

I am just about to close my eyes again, but the door opens. I don't even flinch, just glance at the two people that show up every day. "Hello again guys! How are we feeling today? Generous?" Atticus laughs.

No one answers.

"Goodness guys. When are you going to give me my money? I am beginning to grow impatient! And bored." Atticus exclaims.

"When will you let us out?" I mumble.

"Natalia? Did you just speak?" Atticus makes his way over to me. "I'll let you out when I get my money. The money your daddy owes me."

"It's not possible." I say.

"What was that?"

I straighten up and stand up. "I said, it's not possible!" I shout. "Your demands are unreasonable!" I scream.

I shock everyone in the room.

"My demands were known for a long time." Atticus narrows his eyes.

I can't stand his glare. I lunge at him and manage a hit on his jaw. I trash in someone's arms as I am brought out of the room. "Let me down!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I am finally let down a minute later and am plopped into a chair. I try to stand up to storm toward the door, but Grant's arm snatches my waste and presses me back into the chair. I don't move, or attempt to get up anymore. I just sneer at Grant.

"I hate you." I snap.

Grant stands beside the door with his hands behind his back.

"I hate you so much. I trusted you. But you never cared did you?" How am I so stupid? To think- no, I can't think about that anymore. "You never wanted to help me. Just following orders." I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

Atticus comes in. "You little- don't ever hit me." Atticus points a finger in my face.

"Then don't make crazy demands." I snap.

Atticus laughs. "My 'demands' aren't 'crazy'." His eyes are wild, and untrustworthy. I begin to cower in my chair and think of the ways to hurt him and escape. I honestly don't have anything else to do, and I won't be leaving here, especially on my father's ego.

"They are, just like you are." I spit in his face.

Atticus wipes it slowly. His face turns red. "Teach her a lesson. Or kill her." He says slowly before leaving the room.

Grant stares at me. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Do it. I don't care."

As Grant continues to look at me, I think about my last statement. "Kill me? Do it. I don't care." Do I care? If I die right now, will I be happy with what I have done?

I've made my way almost through college. I am a wonderful student, and can see myself in the future in a hospital helping people. I want to help people. If I die now, I'd never be able to. Dieing now will be the easy way out. I am not taking the easy way out on this one.