Two worlds (Everlark)

Chapter 37: Pain and agony

Chapter 37

Katniss P.O.V.

This is crazy. It's like they don't want me to die fast or something. I mean there's a small window from the basement into the house, and they give me water and like some food once a day. But my leg doesn't feel good. And I feel sick because of it. I think I have an infection or something in it, but I can't see because I can't take off my jeans because of the bandage that is tied around my thigh.

I actually came to a point where I tried to chew it off but I couldn't. And I almost threw up, I could really feel the bacterias swarm into my mouth.

My shoulder still hurts like hell, I can barley raise my arm and if I try to raise it, hell breaks loose and I almost faint because of the paint. It's broken. I have a broken shoulder and an infection in my thigh. I have to go to a hospital. But I don't think that my kidnappers intends to take me to a hospital. They want me to die because of the infection, I'm sure of it. But if they want me to die, why don't they just kill me? Why kidnap me and keep me alive with food and water? That's what I don't understand at all, it makes absolutely no sense.

I hear some scramble outside the door and hurry to my mattress. I sit down and look at the door. They haven't come in here before, so now I'll know what they look like.

The door slowly glides open and I can see shadows of two men. They linger in the doorway, like they're unsure if they should go in or not.

After some time I see that the shadows moves and walks into the basement. They walk the small stairs and I see their faces.

They look alike. I bet they're father and son. They both have black hair, and hard small snakelike eyes. They're both broad shouldered and look like they're strongly built.

I feel the creeps when they look at me. Who are they? They look a little familiar though. Have I met them before?

"Hello young lady", one of them says.

I don't answer of course. I just look down at the floor. I do not want eye contact with these bastards.

Young lady?

I hear their breathing. They're breathing hard and low. Even their breathing feels creepy.

Can't they just leave me alone? I'm already dying, why do they have to come in here? Have they decided to put me out of my misery and just kill me? I hope they do kill me.

One of them leaves to walk somewhere else in the basement. I don't even look to see where he walks, I'm not interested. I just want to die. I'm in so much pain right now I just want to die.

The other one sits down on his knees. He slips a dirty hand under my chin and forces my head up. I close my eyes. I refuse to look at him, and I know that he wants me to look at him. And that's why I won't look at him. I won't give him what he wants. Why should I?

"Now why won't you look at me sweetheart?"

Ew ew ew ew! I don't like Haymitch calling me sweetheart, but I'd rather hear him calling me that a whole lifetime than to ever hear this guy say it even one more time. Haymitch is just teasing me.

I open my eyes and spit in his face. I don't manage to get a lot of spit out, but enough to soak his nose in my saliva.

He wipes it off with his hand before slapping my face. I'm too weak to keep myself up, so when his hand slaps my cheek with such force, I fall backwards and hit the back of my head on the hard floor. I whine in pain.

The man grabs my arm and pulls me up so I'm sitting again. The other man is back again and this time he has things with him.

I swallow down the hard lump that has grown in my throat, and it starts to hurt. I see the knives in his hands. But also something else. I can't really tell what it is.