Beyond Heaven and Hell

Chapter 6 - Sick of this Place

*Nate's POV*

Given the circumstances, I was warm and comfortable again. That dream seemed less like a dream and more of a memory. It was a memory... up until the unrealistic horror of events that happened after I hopped in my car with hopes to go home. I just don't get it. The room. It wasn't dirty anymore and it was more welcoming with a soft scent in the air, and the temperature just perfect. My mind kept wondering. Sophie... she stabbed me with something. Was it a needle? What did she give me? In her attempts to help me, she appeared to be concerned. What even happened? Where's Sophie?

Exhaling softly, I realised that I was calm once again. Cosy but not home, I wanted to be home. I needed to do something. Figure out who, why, what, when and where. But that was just the thing. Those questions had been all I'd asked since the beginning and I still had no idea or answer. I couldn't just sit in the room and waste away while they attack me or help me, whatever it was that these people were doing to me. I wasn't even sure if 'people' was the right word to use. Liza and Rosco needed me, and to be fair I needed them. Oh, so badly.

I sat up. Weak but not in pain. Hazy but not delusional... at least I thought so. I began to Scan the room and other than the door, it didn't seem like there were any other ways to get out of this... cell. But I had always thought out of the box and in this strange reality or hallucination, almost anything could be possible.

Pressing my palms against the side of the bed for support I slid my bare feet onto the surprisingly warm tiles. It took a bit for my body to find its strength and balance when there wasn't much of it, but I managed make my way to the wall. I shifted shakily to behind my IV machine, next to the bed. My plan was barely a plan, but it was something. I was to scope down the walls for any sign of a window or a crease. Anything that could indicate a way out even if it had been hidden well I was determined.

I shuffled by feeling the walls and the floor. After a minute of two I was up to the door. The big, solid, locked door. It was rather unnecessary if you had asked me but was definitely out of place. I felt the door, it was icy and unpleasant catching me by surprise. After some thought I realised that it wasn't the temperature of the door that had startled me. It was the horrific aura that accompanied the touch. Almost worse than the dread of that night in my car.
Dark red, death and dread. Even though I desperately needed to get out of here and go home, I felt like that was not the way, it was too dangerous. Too scary. I didn't even want to know what was behind that door.

I continued around the room shuffling bit by bit, still unable to find anything. I even reached the bathroom doorway. There I stood feeling a little more defeated that I already felt. There MUST be another way out. I can't be doomed in here forever. I refused to accept that future for myself.

Think...Think...Think Nate!

I pondered and pondered trying to figure out anything that could help but as my recent studies have found... nothing. Resting on the door frame I felt an uncomfortable pain in the side of my spine which made me almost angry as if I hadn't been going through enough already.

There it was that I felt it again. The heaven-sent feeling of calm, loving hope. Whether it was him, the strange guy that I had seen twice before or not. I was gifted. Persistence. The will and strength to keep going. To keep trying.

I looked at the metal bit of frame that had dug into my back as I tried to figure out if I could use it as a tool. I felt like a crack head going crazy coming down off his drug as I used all my strength to break the bit of metal from the door frame.

I got it! The edge of it was quite sharp but I didn't want to hurt anyone. I wasn't that Kind of person. But I did wonder what I could do with it. How I could use it to help me escape. I had a bit of a plan, but I had no idea if it would work. My persistence was strong... it was worth a try.

I tucked it into the brim of my underwear for a later use and proceeded to head into the bathroom and lean over the sink. My plan was in place, and it was time to follow through.

I shoved my index and middle fingers to the back of my throat and wiggled them around stimulating my gag reflex. After 3 to 4 tries it was working. Liquid... vile came rushing up my throat as the acid like taste escaped my mouth onto the floor. The disgusting chemical taste provoked me to throw up again even though I didn't want to. The smell was horrid, and the taste was worse. Coughing obnoxiously loud, I then wiped my togue on the black towel in attempts to remove the foul taste. It only slightly helped.
I wasn't sure if this was going to help or not but as mentioned before, it was worth a try. I Coughed loudly once more.

I only had a few minutes to bend this piece of metal to how I wanted it but before I knew it, Sophie was coming in to check on me. I was back in bed 'sound asleep'. But as planned I watched her notice the throw up on the floor of the bathroom through my squinted eye. She rushed over me with grace and checked my temperature as I tried my best to stay still and to breathe softly.
She then rushed back out the door and came back with cleaning supplies. My heart did begin to pound a bit as I knew my one and only chance was approaching.

As planned, Sophie cleaned the mess. She checked up on me again (and of course I was healthy and well). With I sigh I heard her turn her heels and walk back towards the forbidden door. Clutching the home-made tool in my hand I was ready. Sophie had opened the door as I checked to see if she wasn't facing me. As quietly as I could I sat up and dropped out the side of the bed. I was shocked that she didn't take a last glance towards me I'd have been dead if she did. Ever so swiftly, as the door was closing I quietly jumped to the door and slid in my piece of metal between the door and the door frame to stop the door from latching and locking.

I froze.

Did she hear it? Did she question why there wasn't a locking sound? Whilst still holding my breath, 10, 20, 30 seconds went by. Was I in the clear? Did my plan work? I exhaled in shock and tried the handle. Ever so slowly I pressed, and the handle went straight down, it wasn't locked! I couldn't believe it! I could escape the horrid jail cell, hospital room... but... did I want to? What awaited me on the other side?