Anna Leto ~ Discontinued

Chapter 8

The days pass slowly and the time ticks by, and the only things I've been able to do was sleep (barely), eat (rarely), listen to music, stare at either the walls or the window and sob pathetically from the pain erupting throughout the whole of my limp body.

It's been half a year since I last properly saw Ree, that being at the start of March. In fact, it's been so long ago that I've last seen her that I can't even remember how she looks.

It's almost the end of September now, a month of autumn already gone by, as well as the last of the winter, spring, and the chirping of summer.

The leaves are now falling off of trees and the breeze a little cooler, preparing itself for the end of autumn, before winter comes crawling around the window again.

Yet I'm still here. Sat on the floor, in the corner of my room, chalk in hand, tallies on the walls of the days gone by, though I'm not sure if it's exactly correct; they're just pure guesses, my whole body aching and boredom long overtaken my mind.

And most importantly I'm still here, chained to the room.

Yep. That's right. Matron has me still chained to my room, and I still get beaten everyday. But oh well, atleast it helps me separate the days.

I glance out the window and see a leaf twirl past, giving me an idea of how to occupy a couple minutes of my time.

Grabbing the white chalk off of the ground, which seems to have rolled out of my bloody hands whilst I was thinking, I start scribbling random faces that come to mind on the bood-stained, wooden floor.

I'm pretty sure that I've seen them before somewhere, but I can't remember when, or where.

My mind races.

What if I ran away again?

What if Matrons' idea of punishment was for me to die here?

Am I going to die soon?

Will I die chained to my room?

What if this is my fate?

Am I stuck like this forever?

A scream cuts through my thoughts like a polished, razor-sharp knife, and I open my eyes instantly.

Ree.

Another scream pierces my ears like a bullet shot from a gun.

Again. Ree.

And in struts Matron, Serene in her arms.

At first glance, Matron seems normal and Ree just fine.

But once I get up, screaming at the pain shooting through my body, I notice the psychopathic glint in Matrons black and beady eyes, and the slight smirk plastered on her face.

I switch my gaze at Serene now.

No.

NO.

My knees feel weak and I suddenly drop to the ground. My face, arms and legs going numb. Tears running down my already tear-stained cheeks, before dropping to the already large puddle of Ree's fresh blood.

She's dead.

Her body is pale, bloody and...
Lifeless.

She's dead.

Her eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. No cheeky glint in her eyes. None. None at all whatsoever.

She's dead.