The Widows Daughter

Part eighty-eight

The Raft. Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
(Chloe's POV)

I woke to the sound of buzzing. Loud annoying buzzing. Like a thousand bees trying to bury in my head.

And if it didn't stop I swear I will hit something. Or someone. Whatever's closest.

I groaned and tried to rub my face but found I couldn't. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I was in-

No!

I sat up, a feat in and of itself impressive considering I was in what looked to be a straight-jacket. I looked down at my clothing to find I had been changed out of my original clothes.

I was now in a blue shirt and pants, and gray slippers. My arms were held against my chest with black straps and I couldn't move them.

I was going to have to talk with someone about a person's right to privacy.

I looked at the room I was in in a panic. The walls were gray and metal, there was a glass wall with metal bars stopping anyone from breaking it and a camera up in one corner of the room. There was a metal seat and a bed with a  mattress and pillow. Other than that, the room was bare.

I walked towards the glass wall and looked out. I could see a circular room made out of the same metal as everything else. My vision focused on my reflection and I nearly had a panic attack.

Around my neck was a blinking collar. "No," I whispered. I stared at the blinking light in horror.

This could not be happening!

"No!" I said louder. I willed the collar to break, but instead of the feel of metal breaking, I was met with the feel of electricity shooting through my body painfully. "Ahh!!" I let out a cry of pain.

I collapsed to the floor as tears stung my eyes. "Chloe?!" I breathed harshly as someone spoke my name.

"Chloe?! Are you okay?!" I realized the person speaking to me was Clint and I calmed down a little.

Only a little though.

I focused on the fact that I wasn't alone. I wasn't by myself for once. "Do I sound okay?" I snapped. It was harsher than I meant it to be, but the pain in my body was worse.

No one else said anything but I could sense other people. "Where are we?" I asked after a while.

"The Raft." I heard Sam's voice.

"It's a highly secure government facility. It's used to house high-priority criminals and enhanced individuals." Clint added. "It's also in the middle of the Atlantic."

"Great," I murmured sarcastically. "So not only am I back in my nightmare, I'm a criminal, and I'm stuck in the middle of the ocean. Perfect."

Can you tell I'm annoyed?"

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"Laisse moi sortir!" I screamed at the camera. "Laisse-moi sortir d'ici, idiots!"

"Chloe, do you really think yelling at the camera will do anything?" Sam asked and I wanted to scream in frustration.

"Do you really think I care?" I snapped at him. "Let me out!!"

In a rage, I screamed trying to crush the camera. The only thing I succeeded in was causing me more pain. I tell to my knees in anger. Both at the pain I was in, and at my situation.

Mainly the latter.

I leaned forward so my face was pressed against my legs, and screamed. Louder than I had ever screamed. I did this for a good minute until my voice was hoarse and my throat stung.

Then the sound of a door opening caught my attention. I looked behind me at the glass wall and could see the good ol' Secretary of State. "Would you please stop?" He asked.

"Oh, have I got your attention now? It's about time. I've only been yelling and cussing for the past two hours." I smiled sardonically.

"It was actually three." He corrected me and I wanted to throw him off a cliff.

"Let me out. Please." My composer completely dissolved and I was left vulnerable. "Please. You can take me somewhere else, just don't leave me in a cell. Please. I'm begging you, don't make me stay here."

Ross looked at me suspiciously for a moment before any glimpse of sympathy disappeared from his face. "No."

"Please! You can't leave me in here! I can't stay locked up in a cell! Please!" I begged. "Take me anywhere, just don't leave me in a cell! I can't handle it! Please!"

Ross shook his head and walked away, leaving through whatever door he came from. I collapsed to the floor sobbing. I curled up against the glass as I broke down.

To anyone watching on the outside, I was a teenager have a meltdown, but inside, I was a kid. I was lost and scared. I was vulnerable. Weak.

I wanted nothing more than to be held by someone. Anyone. I wanted someone to tell me that everything would be alright. I wanted to go home. And as childish as it sounded, I wanted my Mom.

More than anything else.

All common sense was gone. All that was left was the need to survive. The drive to get out. Everything that I had had to do you survive came back like a flood. All the bad things I did.

All the feelings I felt growing up came back. All the knowledge I had, pushed itself to the forefront of my brain. All the want, all the need, all the drive to survive came right back.

All tethers to reality started to slip. I started to lose focus on anything in front of me. Everything seemed to sorta just drift away.

"Never give up." I didn't know why those words popped into my head, but they did. And just like that, reality rushed back.

I sat on the floor with tears still running down my cheeks, but I wasn't crying anymore. It was more like I was in a state of numbness, as weird as that sounds.

I sat on the floor for a while calming down. Finally, looking up at the camera I said, "I know you can hear me. So I want you to listen. When I get out of here, you better run."

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I really loved writing this one. It's a lot of emotional stuff going on. Also, who's excited for black widow?

Sorry for the breaks between updates. I would have updated sooner, but we had to put my cat down last Wednesday so that was hard.

Hopefully, I'll update soon, until then, bye!