Chapter 9

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I'm cold. I'm so cold. What is that noise? It hurts. My head hurts.


I wake up and look around. My whole body aches and it's so cold. There is a single light but it hurts my eyes so badly I squint to look around. My gloves are gone but my hoodie is still on. I go to pull the hood up because my hat is missing and I hear chains. I look down. My hands are chained together in front of me and attached to the wall. I look at the wall and see padding leading me to assume its sound proof. There's stairs so I'm assuming I'm in a basement. I whimper as my head begins hurting again and curl into a ball and fall back asleep.


I rouse again only this time my head doesn't ache so much and the light does not hurt. I notice a closed bottle of cherry coke zero and a granola bar near my head. Someone apparently knew my morning routine. It's what I always grab before heading to school. I look around panicked. Then I see him. Rhys. Standing in a barely lit corner. "About damn time you woke up you lazy bitch." He growled as I cowered. I look up as he approaches the light glinting off the knife in his hand. He grabs my jaw roughly and forces me to look him in the eyes. When I don't get a flash from the contact I notice he was wearing gloves. He sees me notice and he grins. "Oh yeah. Kenz filled me in on your talent. You'll only see what I want you to see. This I'm going to enjoy the old fashioned way." He chuckles. He drags the blade across my jaw, down my neck and along my collarbone. He releases my face to quickly unzip my hoodie revealing my somewhat see through white flowy shirt with a light grey lace undershirt. I cringe and turn from him causing him to slap me with the back of his hand. I whimper and close my eyes and pain shoots through my cheek. He grips my jaw roughly and forces me to look at him as he runs the blade along my collarbone in the opposite direction digging it in slightly leaving a trail of blood. I cry out and he slaps his hand over my mouth pushing my head back at the same time causing it to smack into the stone wall behind me hard. I faded out again.

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