Traitor

Day 5 (1:15 p.m.)

Eliza's POV

I screwed my eyes shut as I held my shattered arm in my good hand. Tears slipped down my face as a screamed with no real goal. Maybe if I screamed enough someone who could help me would hear me.

Kiara had returned to the room and was sitting on the couch reading again as if I wasn't screaming. She's probably used to the screams.

My throat burned from all the screaming, and at this point it was more like wailing. I quieted down to cry quietly as I lay down on the the cold, hard floor of the cell.

There was a knock on the door, but I didn't even bother reacting to the noise.

"What's the point of reacting anyway? I'm done for."

After Kiara didn't respond to the knocking, the person let themself in.

Kiara barely even looked up from her book as Nana waddled into the room holding a first-aid kit.

"Honestly, Kiara that was very rude." Nana scolded, but I don't think Kiara even heard what she said. "You should have let me in. I am coming here to fix your prisoner."

"She's not a prisoner." Kiara mumbled, still not looking up from her book. "She's a guest."

Nana rolled her eyes and muttered something as Kiara handed her the keys to my cell.

I pushed myself up onto the balls of my feet, suddenly recharged as Nana struggled to open the cell.

Finally, the door slid open and I launched forward full speed.

I crashed straight through Nana, knocking her to the floor, and ran for the door like a madwoman.

A dagger whizzed past me, barely an inch away from hitting my nose, and I stopped in my tracks.

My head whipped to Kiara and I saw that she was now sitting forward, paying full attention to me. Her eyes were narrowed and that dangerous aura was sleeping out of her yet again. I wanted to run. I could grab the keys, find one that fits since there are only three, and get out of her. I could do it. Kiara was deep in the cushions of the couch, Nana was on the ground and would probably have a hard time getting up. But I couldn't. My legs were frozen in place.

Nana jumped up to her feet as if she were still a kid. She glared at me fiercely.

"I've never seen such bad manners in my life!" Anna's voice was now cold and angry. "Get back to your cage little girl!"

Out of the pocket of her apron, she pulled out a whip and she flourished it around her.

I held up my arms in defense, but the whip just wrapped around my broken arm and threw me into the cell wall.

I screamed in pain and Nana's face softened again to its kind, warm, grandmotherly face.

"Oh dear. It seems I've only made things worse! Don't worry, though! I can fix that right up for you!" Nana smiled brightly as hot tears raced down my face.

"Get away from me!" I yelled as Nana walked into my cell, opening the first-aid kit.

"Do you want me to fix your arm or not?" Nana gave me an exasperated look and I shut my mouth.

I don't know why, but she has this power that makes you unable to argue with her. It felt wrong to argue with an elder.

Suddenly, needles flew up out of the first-aid kit and pinned me to the wall by my clothes. It was an awkward position. I was upside down and only my injured arm was laying out, hand stretching toward the door.