You're Different to Me

Inner Strength

The frustration I felt was immeasurable, I had to find a way out of here, there had to be a way. I scanned my surroundings the best I could as my blurry vision began to clear. The walls were littered with Polaroid photographs depicting Ghostface and his victims. All of them a blood bath showcasing his kills. Next to the door, there was a wardrobe with the door slightly cracked. I could make out a red demonic-looking mask as well as other robes. There had to be some kind of weapon in there, or maybe he had thought of that. I carefully stood and walked as far as the restraint would let me. I could barely reach the door of the wardrobe, swinging my arms in hopes of catching it on the tip of my fingers. I managed to swipe it slightly knocking it open a little more. I winced in pain from the action, but it was milder than it had been. More robes that had been hastily stuffed in were all I could make out, I felt no presence of a weapon inside. 

"Shit.." I swore to myself. I had to find something else, Frank needed me right now.  I knelt down to peer under the bed, nothing. I sighed frustrated with myself before noticing a small piece of floorboard that stuck up from the others. I lay down, attempting to crawl under to reach it. A rusty bent nail head was stuck out from the side of the board, finally, something I could work with. I placed my hands on either side of the nail, pulling at the restraints on my wrists. I heard a slight ripping sound, music to my ears, as I pulled harder to free myself. After a few minutes of tugging, I managed to snap the fabric enough to wiggle off the remaining pieces. I pushed myself back out from under the bed to attempt to deal with my next problem. I sit on the floor looking at my ankle. I pushed my other foot against the restraint as I haphazardly dug my injured fingers in between the metal and my foot. It was no use, it didn't have enough wiggle room. Anxiety began to rush through me, I had to find something else, I did not want to do what I knew would work. I rose to my feet again, trying to walk around to the other side of the bed. Everything was empty, it was no use. I return back to my place on the bed, trying to mentally prepare for what I was about to do to myself when a loud thud came from outside the door. I jumped in my skin as I heard Frank groan and a dragging sound follow. "Fuck it, I can't wait anymore." I said trying to fake confidence for myself. I make my way back down to the floor sitting next to one of the stands of the bed. My breath got shaky as I wedged my shoulder underneath the bed frame, lifting it as much as I could. I moved my ankle into the target area for the foot of the bed to land directly on it. I moved my other arm to my mouth, scrunching the fabric from my hoodie and stuffing as much as I could in my mouth. I closed my eyes and counted, I could not back out now. The seconds felt like hours until I finally hit three, pulling my shoulder out and the bed crashing down on my foot. The pain was sharp and mind-numbingly painful. I immediately felt my body break out in sweat as I fell to the floor screaming through the material between my teeth. I spit it out trying to catch my breath, too scared to look at the damage. I managed to prop myself onto my elbow to take a look at what I had done. My foot was twisted at an unnatural angle as blood wept through my socks. I pushed myself into the sitting position, trying my best not to vomit from the feeling of my bones going through the trauma. I knew the worst was over, but there was more pain to come as I try to free myself. I moved my trembling hands toward the shackle and began to move it. The fire inside my skin was too much to manage, even slightly touching the metal sent lightning up my spine. "I can do this, I-I can do this.." I whispered to myself through gritted teeth and tears. I pulled my arm out of the sleeve of my hoodie, once again stuffing the fabric into my mouth. I placed the heel of my other foot on the shackle while bending my foot more with my hands. Back to counting, 1..2..3.. I pushed and pulled with the little strength I had, managing to move the ankle cuff halfway past my heel. I heaved, struggling to breathe. Again, 1..2..3... I finally got it over my heel pulling it off the rest of the way and throwing it to the floor. I grabbed my ankle instinctively holding the useless limb in my hands. I tried my best to breathe, deep breath in, exhale. I hooked my arm around the top of the post and pulled myself up to my working leg. My arm shoved back through my sleeve, taking multiple attempts due to my excessive shaking. I leaned my body against the bed until mustering the courage to throw myself to the wall beside me to keep my balance as I made my way to the door. I had no idea what waited for me, but there was no time to ponder. I limped to the door, sliding from the wall to the wardrobe. I used my thumb and index finger to twist the knob, trying to use my hand as little as possible. The brass sphere stung my fingers as I pushed through the pain, opening the door slowly. The room was empty, with no sound other than the flames that had become my enemy. I kept against the walls to keep my weight as the sounds of a soft wind and moonlight showed through a cracked door. I made my way to the door, pushing it open with my shoulder before bracing against it. Blood splatters painted the ground ahead of me, I shuttered fearing the worst. I stayed against the outside of the building until the trail lead into a wooded area, my best bet was to use the trees. I limped from tree to tree, taking breaths in between to steady myself. I could hear shouting in the distance, I couldn't quite understand what was being said, but I ventured closer. I froze in my tracks as the voices became clearer.

"What have you done to deserve her huh? Fucking nothing."  A hoarse voice ripped through the trees followed by a grunt that sounded like Franks. I picked up my pace forgetting the caution of taking my time. I could make out Ghostface, pacing in front of Frank's still form on the ground. My eyes tunnel-visioned with rage as I kept going, nearing my target. I held my breath as I reached the closest tree, without hesitation, I threw myself at him catching him off guard. I pulled him to the ground with me, throwing weak punches at his body. In one swift motion, Ghostface grabbed both my wrists in one hand, raising me from the ground to hold me in front of him. I struggled in his grasp as he looked down at my mangled foot dripping with copious amounts of blood. He sighed angrily, "What did I say? I try to help you, I try to make you comfortable, and you fucking hurt yourself." He turns to Frank again, "Look at how perfect she is, I can't even seem to contain her." He manically laughed under his breath before looking at me again. "You would be much better off with me, someone who can actually protect you, someone who can kill alongside you." His words only fueled my anger more.

"You can't do shit. You think I would just sit there and watch you torture him? You have a weak mind, you only want validation." I taunted him, hoping to get under his skin. He kept me suspended in the air, as his free arm neared his mask. Wrapping his fingers through his ghostly eyes, he lifted his mask, revealing an unrelenting smile. 

"You're all the validation I need." He laughed under his breath. "What do you really expect to happen here? You're in no condition to fight, let alone walk and dearest boyfriend is out of commission. What's stopping me from throwing you back in that room and sacrificing Frank? After all, I am the entity's favorite..." 

"Because you know if you throw me back there I will NEVER stop trying to get away from you. Do you think killing Frank will just make me forget and submit? You wouldn't last a second against me, you said it yourself." I struggled more against his grip. 

"I have ways to break you, why don't I demonstrate?" His smile grew wider.