The ashes we left behind

Chapter 32

POV: Hailey Miller 

Black, black, black...

Black is the only color I can see. The darkness of the room makes feel like I'm stuck in a black hole. No light. No window. Only the darkness. I can't even check if my wounds are healing or not. But what is it good for anyway? The guy is going to torture me then he won't hesitate to kill me.

Sitting in the corner of the room, I shiver of coldness. All I'm wearing are black jeans and a tank top. My eyes are closed so I can try to sleep. I can't. I've always had insomnia. But I'm tired. So tired.

The sound of the door opening makes each part of my body shiver to death. I open my eyes and the corridor's light blinds me. Two silhouettes enter. Each of them takes me by an arm. On the first days, I used to protest and to try to fight. But today, I'm not in the mood. Neither I have the strength to do anything except breathing.

My body hurts to the point of wanting to scream. I can't even groan because of what he has done to my jaw. It's going to recover in a few days.

They carry me through the corridor. I keep my eyes closed. What are they going to do to me today? He's probably willing to break my leg or my arm. I don't even think that it would hurt. Indeed, the pain I'm actually feeling is beyond any I've ever received.

Instead of taking me downstairs to the torture room, they stop in front of what I guess is a door. One of the guys opens it before pushing me inside. I stumble. Before falling on the ground, they carry me. I open my eyes. The room is as dark as the one I was spending my journey in. Thanks to the corridor's light, I can see a chair on the middle. The two people force me to sit on it. They tie me to it. I can't even walk. How do they want me to flee? Dumbasses!

When they leave, a voice resounds in the whole room. There are probably speakers in here.

"Hailey, Hailey, Hailey..."

I don't move. He wants me to insult him. He won't get what he wants.

"Is your journey going well? I made sure for the torture room to be luxurious enough. Do you like it?"

I don't even have the energy to get angry.

"Since you seem like it's not enough, I have another gift for you, Hailey darling."

Whipping me until I can't feel my back anymore?

Stabbing my eyes?

Drowning me?

I'm excited to know.

"Since you like your dear city that much, I'm bringing it to you."

His voice makes me sick.

In a sudden, a huge TV screen turns itself on. It's just in front of me. A video starts to play. It's about the city. It's about my city... looking like a war territory.

People are getting slaughtered by others. He shows me different parts of town so I can have a whole show for myself. The people I gave my life to protect are suffering. There are also kids' bodies. Kids! The streets are not streets anymore. Everything I love. Everything I live for...

I let a small moan come out of my mouth. Then another. And another. My throat starts to hurt. I have a headache. I want to cry- for the first time since a long time ago. I don't let the tears slip. I can't. He shouldn't have the satisfaction.

I hear his loud voice laugh.

'You're a fuckin' psycho!' I want to shout at him.

"Don't get satisfied that quick, Hailey. I have better. Have you heard of your sister? What is her name? I forgot. Alexandra? No, no."

My eyes get wide. Mackenzie!

"Anyway, enjoy the movie."

No, no, no!

He shows me a video of Kenzie running in the middle of the crowd. She's rushing to a young girl's direction. I look at my sister. She looks so strong with my clothes on and the way she's determined to save people. The wounds on her innocent face makes my heart ache. She isn't innocent anymore.

I watch her try to protect the little girl even though the person, fighting her, gets to stab her. My hands start to tremble. My heart races. She falls on the ground. The girl gets stabbed too. She may be hurt, Kenzie crawls to the girl and tries to save her. Then, the screen becomes black.

"Kenzie", I mumble. "Kenzie", I say. "Kenzie", I shout.

I shout her name again and again. Kenzie, Kenzie, Kenzie. Even though it hurts to scream and groan, I do it. The tears are falling down my wounded cheeks which burns. But I don't fucking care! My sister is in danger of death.

"Oh, yeah", he says. "Kenzie. Her name is Kenzie. I mean her name was Kenzie."

The laugh coming from the speakers chokes under my groaning.

My city is dead. My sister is dead...