Chapter 5- Loss for magic

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I wake up.
I have no way of knowing what time it is so I don't know how long I've been out for. I look around the white room. Everything has been cleaned up, but nothing I'd been gives has been left for me to have.
I haven't been cuffed again though I do have some strange bracelets on my hands.
They're gold with dark green streaks of light going through them.
I suddenly realise what they are.
I've heard of this contraption before.
You put them on someone who has magical abilities so they can't use magic or they can only use limited magic. To test it out I try to conjure a cube of ice. That doesn't work. I try every kind of magic I can think of.
It seems that these ones restrict all magic.
I slump into a corner as my eyes begin to well up. A single tear runs down my face and drops onto one of the cuts on my feet.
It stings.
I hadn't noticed until now how sore my body was where I had hurt it.
I need some antibacterial liquid and some bandages. I also really need some food and water. The water bottle I had yesterday was obviously taken with the mess. I curl up in a ball, the walls coming out of either side of my corner supporting me.
I cry and cry.
I cry for the place I've left.
I cry for the pain I'm in.
I cry for the cold of this room that's making me numb.
I cry for the sake of crying.
I think of all the things that could be happening right now that aren't because I'm stuck in this stupid place. I want out. I hate it here. I get up and bang on the door and scream.
I know that's not going to help but I need to express my anger somehow.

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