Wresting from Danger

Flashback

I heard the basement door slam and lock, then the front door. At first I looked down at my stomach and saw blood gushing out. I immediately looked up again, I couldn't look at it.

I took a couple minutes to catch my breath, wrap my head around what was going on. This was really happening to me. This is real. I'm sitting here stuck in a basement, how am I gonna get out?

My survival instincts started to kick in, I look around and the only sharp thing that was around me is the knife that is holding my arm to this chair. I kept looking for any more options but this is all I got.

"Okay." I take deep breath's trying to give myself a pep talk but it's not really working. "You got this. Don't think just go for it. Go just go. Okay. Go."

I put my mouth on the end of the knife, "Okay."

I bit down as hard as I can and started to pull up but I immediately let go from screaming.

I sat their groaning for a couple seconds before I tried again. I put my mouth on the end and use my back teeth instead of my front to pull. I bite down as hard as I could and started to pull again.

This time I clenched my jaw instead of releasing it, feeling every fresh exposed muscle and nerve slide against the knife as I pulled it out.

I made it half way before I stopped, I needed a break. I couldn't let go of it would flop over so I hung my head down, still biting the knife, and took a couple seconds before I continued.

I bit down as hard as I could again and pulled it out as fast as I could, I didn't want to feel that agonizing pain again.

I dropped it down on my lap and took more deep breaths after I was done screaming. I fought every ounce of pain in my legs and raised them up just barely high enough for my hand to reach the knife.

I flipped it around so it was pointing towards me and slid it under the zip tie and pushed my wrist up.

When I cut it, I accidentally cut my arm along with my hand too but at least I have one free arm.

Once again I am forced to fight every signal my body is telling me and I reach over and cut my other arm loose, same with both my legs.

I sit there for a while out of breath because of my screaming, and the pain.

I remember looking at my suit and thinking "That'd be nice right about now."

I can't walk, but of my legs have to be broken.

I managed to fall out of the chair and grab the hammer, I wanted to end it right there but I couldn't bring myself to go though any more pain.

It takes me about 15 minutes to crawl up the stairs. I get to the top and start pounding on the door as hard as I could while keeping my other hand over my stomach. I hit the door until I put a hole in it, but as far as I could tell, I haven't made much progress on the lock.

My world starts to go dark but I fought it as hard as I could. I don't know how long it took me but I eventually got the door open. I threw the hammer out of the window hoping it would watch the neighbors attention, I don't know if it did or not.

I went for the kitchen and the towels and the first aid kit below the sink. I managed to get a tourniquet around my arm and wrapped towels around my forearm, my shoulder, and my stomach.

I reached for my phone but it didn't work, the SIM card was taken out, the lines were cut on the home phones. I had no hope once again.

I grabbed the rest of the towels I could find and a whole role of paper towels and went out to the garage. I know it's not good to leave your keys in your car but I do anyway as long as the garage door is shut.

I opened the door going into the garage and just barely was able to reach the garage door opener on the wall. I saw my tires were slashed but not much I can do now. I saw my keys on the shelf and not in my car where they usually are.

They were on the second to top shelf, meaning I would have to stand to reach them. I've already been dragging myself along this long I thought I may as well try.

I pulled myself up trying my best to keep my legs steady. It felt like my thighs were going to fall into my calves.

I got the keys and instantly fell to the ground again feeling my tailbone crack.

When I was younger I had an accident where I almost broke my tailbone, since then it's never been the same.

I fight the pain just like I have been for the past 30 minutes and crawl into the car and start it. It hurts to move my ankles but I can do I do. I slam on the pedal and fly backwards. I put it in drive and fly forwards. Everything is getting dark again, it comes in waves.

My hands slip off the wheel which was already hard enough to control as it is and I slam into a parked car.

We lived in a cute developing neighborhood. A bunch of kids were playing outside so thankfully it didn't take long to catch their attention.

I see people run up to the car. Some run away at the sight of me, I would too to be honest. Someone pulls out their phone. I hear ringing, I think I hit my head. Everything goes black.

I open my eyes again and see a bunch of people standing around me. I cant even move my head. People are pulling me out of the car, EMT. I see an ambulance car. They are here to help, but it doesn't feel like it.

Pain rushes through my whole body, enough to make me pass out, but I don't. Everything is blurry, I cant hear anything but a deafening ringing in my ears. I'm out again.

I wake up in a hospital room. My legs are laying on these things dangling from the ceiling. I my arm is in a cast. My other arm is wrapped up. I can feel my stomach is wrapped up too. I can feel the stitches everywhere with every breath, every movement I take.