Dying Powerful

Chapter 9- Iris

Heey Heey everyone! Its been a while hasn't it :P Well this is a short chapter because you know Iris was stuck in that closet...so I hope you like it :$ ~Jules

Iris’ Pov:

The thing is I have no clue where I am. I’m blind folded and my arms are tied to a pole that I am resting my back against. My feet are pulled out in front of me and a have a cramp in my stomach from sitting like this. I finally come to from hitting my head and I try to wiggle the blind fold off of over my eyes. I can’t remember what happen. I get the blind fold down to my neck and I look around. I couldn’t see anything, it was pitch dark. Then I started to remember what had happened, I was shoved in this room because they didn’t know what to do with me, and I felt like the walls were closing in on me because I’m claustrophobic. Again I start to freak out, my breathing starts to get heavier as I think about what could happen to me. I am already skinny enough from not getting enough to eat over the last year; I don’t want to starve to death in this room all alone. But I wouldn’t have to, I only have 27 days to live anyway, I would die before I starve myself to death.

I look around the room as my breathing gets heavier and heavier. I can’t cut myself free, I have no weapons, nothing to help me survive. But wait, I wasn’t like this when I came into this room. Someone must have come in when I was passed out and done this to me.

The walls move in closer.

I start to hyperventilate not knowing what to do, or how to save myself. I hear a thump on the door and a loud scream from outside it. I jump and a tear rolls down my cheek. I’m not crying because I’m sad, I’m crying because I’m scared. I don’t want to die before I find a cure for this. I don’t want other people’s families to have to suffer through what I had to go through, even though most probably already have.

I move my hands back and forth along the pole of the table leg trying to see if I could find something sharp on it to cut me free. The rope catches on something and I keep moving it back and forth to try and cut the rope. I finally get it and I bring my hands to my chest and rub my wrists where the rope had been. I look at my hand with the number on it, and I study it for a while, the number 27 was still bold but if I looked closely I could see faint colours also on it. I shook my head and though nothing of it as I went to stand up. I stood up to fast as I quickly become really dizzy and soon fall back onto the ground with a thump. I rub my back as I stand up again, I little more slowly this time and I get to my feet. I slowly walk over to the door, just wanting to get out of here and I reach for the door knob, but the door opened before I could get to it.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Said a tall muscular man that stood before me. I look up at him and stare into his eyes, they were filled with angry and grief. I quickly look away as I spot a little girl on the ground behind him. She must have been the one that screamed and made the thump on the door.

"I- I" I say not knowing what to say to him as I still look at the girl behind him crunched up into a little ball like she is scared to death.

"You’re not going anywhere." He said pushing me back into the room as he walks in after me. He turns around and points to the little girl, "Don’t you move!" He yells and the look that comes across her face was so sad.

I move back along the floor as he turns around and comes towards me. I keep scooting until I come to a wall which stops me. I look up at him, anger still in his eyes, I swear they were red. He bends over and picks me up by the shirt. "Don’t you leave this room!" He yells in my face and I get really scared. "If you do I will come after you and kill you, you hear!" He screams and a tear rolls down my cheek again. I nod quickly and he throws me back onto the floor with a loud thump. I cry out in pain as he walks towards the door to leave. "MAN UP!" He yells as he slams the door shut and walks away. I hear the little girl scream and cry for help after he leaves. I want to go help her, but I landed funny on my ankle and can’t afford to damage it more than it already may be. Also I don’t want to die.

I scoot over to a chair and pull myself up onto it. I lift my foot onto the table to have a good look at me ankle, it was already starting to swell. I rip off both of my sleeves from my sweater that I was wearing and wrap them around my ankle to keep it a little steadier. I try to stay calm not knowing what else could happen to me.

Not knowing what else to do, and after listening to my stomach grumble over a half a billion times, I just fall asleep.