Phobophobia

Chapter 5: Aquaphobia

I wake up in my familiar room I should start calling home. With a sigh, I look up at the ceiling.

'Mom, dad, Kate, Jonathan, Lauren; They must be worried sick.' I say in my head. 'Well, they should be. I'm probably going to die here. I mean, if he killed all of his other victims, why would I be any different...'

But then a thought occurred to me. 'He did say I was special, so maybe, if I do well, he'll let me go!'

Then something happens that I thought couldn't be possible. I smile.

A small smile forms on my lips as I think about it. I might actually have a chance at getting out of here!

Wanting to go to sleep with a happy thought on my mind, I roll over and close my eyes, hoping to have one good dream instead of the usual nightmare.

-=+=-

Instead of having my morning to myself in my room, I wake up back in the wooden chair in the main lab. Forgetting what phobia is next on the list, I close my eyes and let my head fall forward, trying to get a little rest, still being tired.

But before I can, I hear the Phycopath's footsteps echoing on the stage. I immediately shoot my head up to see him already at the front of the stage, observing me. I shiver in my seat, the look of crazy in his eye.

"Did you not get much sleep last night, darling?" He says, a small smile creeping onto his face.

Not knowing exactly, I just shrug.

"That's okay, as long as you were breathing alright." He starts to chuckle after that, as if he made a joke. "But, don't worry darling. I think you'll do swimmingly in today's phobia." He starts to laugh louder now.

Confused, I try to remember what the phobia is. And once I hear the drug being sprayed, I remember. Aquaphobia.

-=+=-

I wake up in a dull, cold room. I look to see I'm sitting in a chair made of metal. And as I turned my head to look, I notice there is a collar around my neck. It's made of the same metal, and I look up to see it's connected to the ceiling by a chain.

I stand up and look around the room, and see the walls are made of cobblestone, and the floor is covered in smooth cement. Along the bottom of the walls, there are small holes spaced apart, two on each wall. Confused as to why my neck has a collar, I'm distracted by the sound of running water. I jump and turn around, and see that both of the holes on the wall behind me are pouring out water.

My heart quickens as the water starts getting closer, and just before it touches me, I jump onto the chair. Then, two more holes start to pour water, the water pressure never slowing.

Soon, each hole is pouring water, and I feel nauseous. My breathing becomes ragged as the water nears the top of the chair.

'Is the water going to stop? What's going to happen if it doesn't?'

The thoughts race around in my brain as the water reaches my feet, and I jump. Something inside my brain is trying to say I'm not afraid of water, but I can't find the will power of courage to believe it. Instead, the thoughts of water completely consuming me fill my head, the water now up to my calf.

Tears start to flow down my cheeks, and my whole body starts to shake rapidly. I try to think of anything to get away from the water, and I decide to step onto the back of the chair. But because I clearly wasn't thinking straight, gravity decided it would be fun to be gravity, and the chair tips over.

To my horror, I fall into the water, and half of my body is in it. More of my body would be underneath the liquid, but the collar holds me up, choking me.I quickly scramble to get my footing, and I stand, my breathing heavier that before. Panic envelopes me once again as I try to reach the chair again, but the collar is keeping me from it.