Trapped

SEVEN

My eyes slowly open when a memory suddenly flashes through. A picnic by the lake and my father there. Wait, his eyes and face is someone I know. Michael? I blink to get rid of that memory, that never happened.

I get up moving quickly and I see Michael sitting there on the inside of my cell. His head is relaxed on the door, but his eyes are asleep. Soon though he jolts up from what seems like a nightmare to me. "Oh you're up?" Michael says.

I nod.

"Are you alright?" His tone of concern scares me.

"Yes," I lied.

"You can see Harry if you want. He's waiting for you outside," Michael replies. I take that as a sign and I walk out of my cell opening the door by myself. It's heavy but I manage.

There is Harry, standing there looking weak as ever. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"No," he replies weakly. He then starts to walk but falls to the floor like his legs drag him down. I run to him, and I put his arm around my neck helping him.
"Wheee are we going today?" I ask.

"Can you take me back to my cell?" He says in a low voice.

"Which way?" He starts turning round and I help him. We walk in silence, and it feels fine. No words are spoken and we don't bother. Something is off about Harry. Last time I saw him, he was weak. I didn't see him yesterday because of some 'tests'. And now he can barely walk. What on earth is Michael doing to him?

Harry soon points his finger out to a cell, I think is his. It's only a few more steps and I can already fell the dead weight he has. It's layering me down.

I try to open the door with him still holding onto me for balance, it's a bit tricky. "I think I need a key," I said which were the first words to break the silence. Harry gives me a Bobby pin for me to use. I fiddle with it around for a few minutes until something clicks. I push the door open to realise it's a pull. It's open and I quickly let go of Harry. He takes two steps in before falling down to the floor, and I leave the door open.

"Is there something going on I should know about?" I ask hoping it reveals something about his condition.

He shakes his head violently. I kneel down beside him. "You can tell me. I won't tell anyone, promise?" I continue to get some information out of him.

"I can't," were the only words he could form at his mouth.

"Please, Harry," I plead holding onto his hand tightly. He smiles a little but soon it fades. "Harry, you can try to tell me."

"He'll get you," Michael begins to say in his weak voice.

"Who?" I say wanting more. "Who will get me?"

Silence.

"Harry, you can tell me. And I promise I won't tell. Please, just talk." I start to give up sightly as he isn't moving or telling me anything, but his eyes are frozen to the ceiling. "Can you please look at me in the eyes, Harry?" I ask but he's still frozen.

I kiss his hand with a little peck, hoping some affection will make him move or say something. But nothing comes. I look at his body, his perfect tan skin. His lips crinkly. I can feel his pulse beating slowly which means he's still alive and I haven't lost him yet. "Harry?" I say his name again trying to not give up on him, but a single tear rolls down my cheek like the truth is hitting me hard with a bullet.

"You've got to give up." I can hear Michael's voice in my head telling me to do the thing I don't even want to do. I stay by his side and let the tears fall for a stranger I hardly know.

"Please, Harry. Make a sign that you are alright," I say amongst my tears.

"You've got to give up." Michael's voice enters my head again. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder, thinking it's my mother telling me it's all okay and he will get better. I smile through my tears of that thought but I feel a laser on my back, making me fall on top of Harry. Then I realise it's not even her. It's Michael and he isn't letting me to save Harry. A stranger I hardly know but we're still friends.

I start screaming "no!" But all that comes out of my mouth is a moan. I can still feel the tears coming down even though my whole body is numb and can't feel a thing. But I feel the emotion breaking my heart into pieces, letting me to rip myself apart. And suddenly I wish I was back home, safe and sound away from this danger.