Destiny - book 1 | Eiron (high school story)

Chapter 26 | Kidnapped

I woke up in a dark room. I tried getting up just to find I was tied down. I seemed to be chained down on a table of some sort. I continued struggling nonetheless even if it was completely useless. Just then that man walked into the room holding a vital. The vital seemed to have some sort of blue liquid in it, the blue was a royal blue that turned navy blue near the bottom of the bottle. "Good morning Ein." He said calmly while putting the vital in a stand. "Why am I here?" I asked turning my head to the side. "I've been watching you for a while and I found something rather... special, with the way you act." He replied walking closer to me. I just closed my eyes "and what would that be?" I asked slightly re-opening my eyes again. "Just that." He said happily. I tilted my head slightly. "You don't seem to care about anything at all, you seem to be an empty husk. Yet... once your given the right motivation, you seem to only be able to feel a creepy amount of happiness." He replied pulling out a needle. He tried poking my neck with the needle so I just shut my eyes tightly as he did so. When he pulled away I opened them again. "You know it's pointless to try and run, don't you?" He asked. I just nodded making him smile. "Good, then you'll cooperate." He soon left the room allowing me to get a good look of my surrounding. The room seemed to be made out of concrete so I couldn't be able to bust it down. The door was made of steel and the only things in the room was a table with a vita stand on it. I'm going to be here for a while... aren't I? I closed my eyes and sighed before drifting into a deep sleep. When I woke up I wasn't chained down anymore. In fact the table I was chained down on now had a pillow on it, I also seemed to be wrapped in a blanket. I sighed and buried myself in the warmth the blanket provided me. It was warm and soft and it also seemed to be quite big. Soon that man walked in "good morning Ein." He said putting a plate of food in front of me. I didn't reply but I did get up to eat. I ate slowly so I could enjoy the food longer. Eggs, toast and bacon was what he was feeding me. Afterwards I crawled back into my makeshift bed and tried going back to sleep. "Interesting... interesting..." he said quietly. He poked my neck with another needle. "Don't worry Ein, you'll be able to leave when I'm finished. Until then" he started as he put a tray on a side table. "You're free to do what you'd normally do on a daily basis." He finished happily. I got up so I could see what was in the tray. The tray had disinfectant, bandages and a knife in it. It's like he's encouraging me to cut myself, not that I care. He also put a pencil and a notebook on the table for me. "Feel free to journal about what you've been doing here." He spoke on last time before leaving the room. I picked up my pillow and blanket before making a bed for myself. Once I was happy with what I made I stood up and walked back over to the table. I grabbed the black journal with silver details making a picture of a wolf as well as the pencil before retreating back into the corner. As I turned I saw a camera. I stopped moving before turning my attention back to it. I looked at the camera while I moved back to my corner to see it's gaze followed me. At least I don't have to move my stuff... I picked up my journal and got comfortable before I started writing.

     Day 1.
It's my first or second day in this room, I'm not sure why I'm here or what he wants from me but whatever. There's no point in running away, there's no point in trying. If I die here then I guess I die here, there's nothing I can do about it but stay here. He gave me a blade and some supplies to help cover the wound if and when I chose to cut myself. It's almost like he's encouraging me to do so. He said I'm free to do what I do on a daily basis. Maybe it ties into what he wants from me but he seems to want me to do what I normally do. It's like he doesn't want me to stop what I'm doing. I'm glad he's letting me go about my day normally, I wouldn't want to change my daily routine of hating and cutting myself just to get used to this place.

I turned my attention to the side table. I put my journal down and started walking over to the tray. I picked up the knife before gently brushing it against the tip of my finger. It cut even without the attempt of cutting myself. I put it down and put a bandage on my finger. I went back to writing in my journal.