Lost It All ~BVB Story of Survival

Chapter 6 - Day Three

Andy

I was lead to a locker room, and shoved into a shower with a fucking door on it. I was locked inside, the shower loomed on top of the ceiling, I still had on all my clothes from the night I was supposed to meet Juliet, and my gashes were scabbed over, dried blood was all over me, I rubbed my bruised wrists and looked around, knowing I was being monitored.

"What's this supposed to do, you fuckin' creep? A shower?" I shout. "This is torture?!"

"Patience is a virtue Andy."  a crackly reply came from the loud speakers on the wall.

I growl and began pacing until the shower comes on above me, hitting the whole area I was trapped in, I hissed as it was very cold and seeped through my clothes, I winced and shivered, but it got hotter and hotter until it was like fire raining down on me.

I scream and cry out in pain but refuse to cry from it, the seemingly boiling hot water hit my skin and made it resonate in stinging pain, my open wounds felt like I was washing them out with acid. The shower wouldn't stop and I sat trying to cover myself with my clothes but they only grew wetter with the immensely hot water and stung me everywhere.

Once the water turned off I looked at my skin, bright cherry red I must have looked like hell boy. Open wounds and blistered appeared on my skin and I gasp looking at the wounds on my hands as they shook uncontrollably and I stare at the blood beading on my skin.

Then I jump back onto my feet when I hear the voice again and look around the tiled room. The speaker popped to life again. "Oh, was that too hot? I apologize! Let me cool you off!"

My eyes immediately widen, "N-no!" but I heard the water rush back into the spout high above me. Now ice cold water rained down on me, I fall onto a knee and gasp as the ice water hits my back jolting me awake to feel every stream of water hitting me.

At first it wasn't so bad, it cooled me down and made my wounds numb and I slightly relaxed. But soon the water felt like it somehow got colder like I was rolling in the snow back in Ohio, and it just continued. Slowly the chill went into my bones, my shivering got so bad but I didn't realize it because I slowly couldn't feel my limbs anymore from such numbing cold.

I sat in a huddled ball on the floor hugging my knees as the water kept pelting me for what seemed like hours. Soon the spout squeaks off and the door opens. I would have fought against the men that came in but my limbs just flopped around like useless noodles. They dragged me down the hall with my clothes dripping heavily of water, leaving a trail as we went, and I just lay limply in the men's grasp.

They pull me into something that reminded me of a cell but there wasn't any of the pleasantries that would be provided in a cell. There was no bed, no mirror, no toilet. All there was, was a drain in the middle of the room and a window very high up. There were some discarded, empty and dusty cardboard boxes of varying size shoved into a corner but that was all. I was left in the middle of the room, shivering in my clothes.

Once I can feel my arms I pull off my jacket with pain shooting up my limbs with every move I made and cry out a few times taking it off, my scarf, and my pants to leave me in a tank top and boxers to dry off faster, but I also revealed all the damage that had been done, all the blood dripping in beads off my body and onto the floor to eventually flow down the drain or dry. I lay in the middle of the floor shivering and taking shuddering breaths to try and calm down all the pain I just went through.

Then I hear a voice from the window, a feminine voice. Light and curious.

"Andy?"