Good Things Never Last

Chapter 42

My mind was racing. My entire body hurt. I felt cold. Very cold. Everything was in excruciating pain. I was clueless about where I was. All I knew was that it was dark and cold, leaving me shivering. I lifted my heavy hand and reached to the front of my pounding head to find my hair matted and wet. Well, that was odd.

I spotted the shape of many cylinder shapes when I looked around the dark room again. Reaching out as my vision became slightly fuzzy due to the rapid movement, I felt the metal's chills go through my veins. Bars. They were bars.

However, I had no recollection of how I arrived at the alleged cell or why I was there in the first place. It was possible that I'd made a mistake. I mean, it was bound to happen at some point.

I sat for a minute or two, confused and concerned about my current condition. But my thoughts were interrupted when a nearby door opened and a light shone in.

The tall green masked figure stood in the doorway, with a lantern in his right hand. For the first time, the light allowed me to obtain a good view of the space I was held captive in.

The room had cold stone windowless walls, as well as a matching ceiling and floor. The space was divided in half by thick metal bars. The green man stood in the doorway, the lone entryway, on one side. Apart from a single wooden chair facing the cell where I was imprisoned, his half of the room was empty.

On my half, however, there was an old rickety bed in the back right corner with only a worn pillow and a thin blanket on it. To the side of the bed, there was a little wooden table. On the left side of the room there was a really old looking toilet and sink that made me scrunch my nose in disgust slightly.

I turned my attention back to the man that now sat in the chair, but a red shimmer caught my attention. Looking down towards the scarlet colour, I found myself looking at my own hand, covered in blood.

As my eyes met the mask's, a worried expression formed across my face.

"Clay you need to get me out of here"

No response.

"Clay I think I'm bleeding"

No response.

"Clay?"

No response yet again.

"Clay I need your help, please. I don't remember. What did I do? Where's Sapnap? Is Tommy okay? What happened?"
Silence yet again. I started to get irritated, scared even. I had no idea what was going on, and I couldn't recall anything.

"Clay please"
My words were a mixture of a sob and a plea as tears began welling up in my eyes from frustration, pain, and fear.

"You know why you're here"
"What?"
His tone was filled with venom, almost sounding hostile. Standing suddenly, he moved closer to the bars, reached out a hand and grasped my wrist.

"You know what you did"
He yanked me forward, making my head smack against the cold metal as blood began to trickle down my face.
I collided with the wall as I staggered backwards, attempting to get as far away from the man as possible.

My heart was pounding at the same pace as my head at this point as the taste of blood filled my mouth.
Tears started making their way down my face as I looked up at him, silently scared for my life.