Reason

Chapter 14:

How did I get inside this box? I was surrounded by cardboard and I couldn't get out. I kicked at the sides but nothing would give. It was as if there were weights on all sides of the box, keeping me trapped inside.

Then I started to hear a rip.

It was quiet as first but then grew louder. I looked up and saw that there was a knife suspended into the box. It was near where my legs were and couldn't touch my skin.

But it started to move.

Right towards my head. It came closer and closer and grazed my forehead. It was touching the sweat of my brow and it still inched forward. Little by little it found its way into my skin. I could feel warm blood run down my face.

I touched the warm liquid, expecting it to be red and gooey. But instead it stuck to my hand as black and sticky. I tried yanking my hand off but somehow it was stuck. I screamed.

The knife that was cutting my forehead stopped. I watched as it was pulled up and the top of the box opened.

I looked up and was blinded by a light above me. I shielded my eyes and saw a dark figure next to the box. It was a man in all black with blonde hair sticking out of his hood and the knife in his hand. He looked at my forehead and brought his hand to it.

"You brought her wounded?" The voice asked from behind his hood. He turned his head towards something or somebody behind him.

"She wasn't wounded. You wounded her. Just like I told you to. Alexia won't find out. She never finds out anything." A voice behind the man in all black replied. The other voice came into the lime light.

I gasped and gripped the edges of the box. It was my Uncle Anthony, looking the same as he did twelve years ago. His brown hair was the same, his face looked the same and he even was the same weight.

"Are you sure?" The man under the hood asked.

"Yes. Doesn't it feel good to hurt someone?" My uncle asked.

"Yes." The hooded man answered. He turned towards me and took off his hood. Expect nothing was there. He didn't have a head. His neck was there but looked as if the head had been severed off.

My whole body shook. Who was this man once and why was he around with my Uncle Anthony?

I could feel sweat from my forehead make its way down my cheeks and land silently into the box. I slowly wiped the tears off with the hand that wasn't stuck to my face but that hand got stuck to my jeans I was wearing.

The two men came closer. The headless one was wiping the knife on his shirt, back and forth and back and forth. Anthony was smiling and looking down at me like he always did. He always saw me as helpless and useless. I guess things never change.

Suddenly, the picture shifted.

I now was sitting in a court room surrounded by people I didn't know. They were squishing me and seemed to be inching closer and closer to me.

I looked around the courtroom and saw a man with his back turned at the judges ' table. He wore a black cape and was carrying some papers.

In front of him were two sets of desks. Both were occupied. One by a girl with long, blonde hair and the other was by a woman with red hair up in a bun. Their backs were behind me but I could recognize these two any where. It was my mom and Quinn. Why were they up in front of a courtroom?

I tried yelling out to them but my voice was trapped inside my mouth. I brought my hands up to my face and screamed.

My lips were sewn shut with tiny fibers, going in a zig-zag pattern. My mouth felt like it was on fire and there was nothing I could do about it. No one would be able to hear me because I couldn't talk and no one was listening anyways. All of the people that were sitting next to me seemed to be hypnotized by the case that was taking place.