Survive

Chapter 5

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We moved forward from where we crawled from to get here. Stan was holding his injured arm, groaning in agony as we kept moving.

"Do you want me to look at your arm?" I questioned him.

He turned his frail neck to look at me in the eyes. His dark brown eyes are so intimidating, how you can see gold shining from the brown and how his pupils look like black ocean waves the longer he stares at me.

I look away "Never mind."

"Don't ever ask me again, I'm fine." Stan moves forward as everyone else follows him, except myself. But before I could think on what just happened, Clover grabbed my arm and dragged me with her.

Our temporary surroundings had a lot of different rooms attached; such as a huge but rotted away kitchen, an unsatisfactory bathroom, a room with boxes and a V-shaped leather sofa, and two completely empty rooms.

It went in a huge circle, all these rooms connect to each other.

We decided to split into two's so we can have a faster chance on finding this 'prisoner'. Me and Clover. Stan and Doris. Good luck, Stan.

So Stan and Doris head towards the kitchen. Myself and Clover towards the V-shaped sofa room.

The room had planked flooring of a calming brown, a light brown that can make a home more homely. But the floor was covered in dust, the bright brown could just shine through all the dust. The walls are possibly covered in some wallpaper but it's hard to see as they're completely covered in dust, just like the floor. The walls also have holes polka-dotted on the walls, filled with dust when looking at around four of them. There about three or four boxes stacked on top of each other in each corner, the boxes also being covered in dust. And the V-shaped sofa. The sofa was a midnight black with a shine to it even being covered in dust, the shine was so visible to the human eye though not close to blinding.

Clover broke down the box stacks in every corner to look through the boxes. I picked out all the dust in each and individual hole on all four walls. One wall leading from where we came from; the kitchen, and half of another to the next room; an empty room.

As Clover was finding nothing in the boxes, I spotted something unexpected in one of the walls. The next room was on the right, this wall was on the left. I called Clover to look for herself. So she did and she gasped.

We looked at each other before going to find Stan and Doris. Luckily they were easy to find as they were still in the kitchen.

I called them over and they ran over to us, Stan constantly asking us if we found something.

Well no we didn't call you over for nothing.

I told them both to look into the hole in the wall. The hole was the same height as my eyes funny enough so it was quite coincidental. It was also the fifth accessible hole to my eyes.

They both looked through the hole, one at a time, and both gasped at what they saw.

"We need to get through this wall!" Stan called out.

I was preparing to punch through the wall when Stan stepped in front of the wall, forcefully stopping me from doing so. He grabbed my wrist and showed me the wood that was already stabbed into my knuckles.

I forgot I was injured to a wall already.

"Well I can just use my other fist." I giggled.

Stan closed his eyes before shaking his head.

Why is he so caring all of a sudden?

"Let me do it." he said.

Everyone gasped knowing how injured he was already; much worse than my knuckles.

"No," I called out to him "Have you forgot how injured you are already?" I questioned.

"You don't know my past." he answers bluntly.

No we don't but I'd rather hurt both my hands than him getting wood stabbed into the nasty cut on his arm.

"Please, Stan," I pleaded "The last thing we need is wood stabbing into y-"

"Shut up and let me do this," he interrupts me "I'm immune to pain. Yes I was groaning in pain earlier but I stop bleeding fairly quickly and injuries like this," he stops to show us his arm "Won't reopen to bleed again."

"Are you superhuman?" Doris joked.

"No," he pauses and sighs at Doris' pathetic question "I was physically and sexually abused as a kid." Stan stops to take deep breaths.

My eyes widen and my eyebrows show him sympathy. I rush over to him to help him calm down.

This man has really been through some shit.

"All I want... to do... is... put my life... to use... so please... Anna... let me do this." he pleads to me.

"Calm down at least, you're struggling to breathe." I answer, tearing up to the unexpected realisation.

He nods and takes deep breaths. I rub his back gently as he slowly starts to calm down. I hold his hand closest to me as I rub his back.

As he calmed down, he then pulled me into a hug. I wasn't mad or uncomfortable, he needed it. So I was polite and hugged him back. No wonder he drinks; he would drink the pain away. Not a single tear fell onto his wrinkly face but his eyes only showed an emotional wreck. We pulled away from each other and agreed he'd do it.

I guess being physically abused can build up your body on how to deal with injuries and the rate on them being healed or at least stopping the bleeding? Same with being sexually abused but affects your mental health just as much as being physically abused? This poor man.

Whilst in my thoughts, Stan had started punching the wall down with his fragile fists.

I came out of my thoughts as the wall had already been torn down. Stan can really do it.

His fists took a lot of beating. The sharp wood from destroying the wall had shot into his visible wound, as well as his knuckles and arms.

Some shot into my arms. I must've been too close. And no one thought of dragging me away?

We all looked into the giant gap in the wall to see what we could barely see through the tiny hole that was there minutes ago.

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