Subdue-X

My Death Row

I watched the silhouettes. Their words were absolutely useless to me; entirely like trying to have a conversation, underwater. It doesn’t mean I didn’t try to understand, I’ve never been skillful at reading lips.

I crawled out of bed not really recognizing my surroundings. The floating black dots in my vision kept shifting in front of my sight. I heard distant voices muttering in the room next to me. 

The second I saw the glass wall I recalled I had been in Christian’s bed. My thigh was aching from the jab Pin gave me and my forearm was wrapped from the minor incision. I was standing in the middle of the room taking in the darkness. I headed towards the curtains to see what time of day it was. 

Someone spoke out, startling me, “you don’t just stay in one spot do you?" 

His eyes were wide and hectic. He waited for me to reply. I spent too long rifling for some kind of answer but he won’t be getting one. 

I shook my head slightly, “hard to stay still,” I croaked feebly. Hearing my voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I shivered sickly, “when everything moves on you," that was the best I had.

He peered at me with a disorientated expression, “alright,” he grunted, clearing his throat;  putting in his best efforts to maintain his calm composure.

I ignored the red and blue sparks drifting on and off in my field of vision. He was constantly scouting our surroundings like a paranoid patient. He insistently rubbed his hand over his mouth massaging his jaw. 

I supposed he and the two others in the living room were meant to watch over me.

He firmly wrapped his clammy hands around my arm, I didn’t notice my head was falling forward every few seconds,  “try not to get out of bed maybe?” he spoke with tiny nervous nods.

He had a bit of dark scuff and black glistening eyes besides that I couldn’t make out anything about him. I shuddered as a screech rang in my ears. He heard nothing as he sat me back down, blank-faced staring at the door. 

“It won’t stop,” I slurred since my mouth was numb. 

“What won’t stop-”

I reached up to cover my face with my sleeves but it was as if my hands fell straight through my skull. I jolted with sheer panic because I didn’t understand what to do with my limbs. He took hold of my wrists and lowered them down to my legs which were heavy as lead. 

“Does it help if I tell you, you’re not going to die?” he spoke trying to sound convincing as he impatiently watched the glass doors.

I shook my head in panic, “I don’t think so,” I wheezed as my lungs felt like they were crushing in on themselves. 

He whipped out his phone dropping it from his fidgety fingers, he anxiously speed-dialed a number and held it to his head trembling,” what the fuck,” he stated furiously into the device the second someone picked up. The air shook from the discomfort in his voice.

One of the men sauntering in the living room answered his phone, with bug-eyed confusion, “It’s empty in the building Dom, the runners are out tonight.”

I let my head tilt to the right as I looked over to the man. He hung up the phone and stood beside Dom. I wondered if these people were just incompetent. I pinned my back into the wall behind the bed. They both gaped at me unsure what I was capable of causing.

I didn’t know what to say to them. The lights were off. The air was frigid. Where was Pin? What about Christian? 

I squinted trying to piece together the events happening. Maybe it was a waking dream.