Okay just play it cool, pretend you’re not half blind and elegantly get up from the ground, remember elegantly.
“I never knew we were still playing cat and mouse” I slowly lift myself off trying not to look as though I’m putting too much effort in standing still and face the guy straight in the eyes. Well I think it’s his eyes, my vision hasn’t cleared yet so fingers crossed.
“I’d prefer it if you quit looking up my nose”
Oh, well it’s not my fault his nostrils are big that I mistook them for eyes. I was just about to comment back when I fell into darkness not before hearing a loud crack.
Okay this is not funny it can’t be happening twice now, but why the hell can’t I breathe? Okay, okay, okay calm down just remember what you did last time, what did I do last time?! Right well the last god forsaken time I could not move my body minus the non-breathing part was when I was trapped in a bloody coffin; let’s assume I’m in one now so –
Without any control my body sucked in a long painful breath from my mouth whilst at the same time arching my back upwards. Crashing back down on what seemed to be something soft and squishy material I forcefully peeled my eyes open to be faced with a dark blue surface that was nearly touching the tip of my nose.
“Are ya awake?” came Jacksons’ voice.
Startled, I quickly turned around but ended up moaning instead as both my arms and legs were spread apart and tied up to something at each end. Moving my head appeared to be pointless as well, every time I tried to move even an inch a disgustingly painful cracking sound would happen.
“Jackson where are you, I think I’ve hurt my neck” fear leaking into my voice.
“I’m sittin’ on a chair, nice chair too” he spoke from a far side “oh and your neck’s broken”
“MY NECK’S BROCKEN!” I literally started screaming until all I could do was heave air in and out due to my dry throat.
“Stop that you’re gonna’ get ya’ self hurt”
“Self . . . hurt . . . I’m bloody . . . going . . . to die” I said between gasps.
“All ya’ need to do is snap your neck the other side” he spoke calmly.
I need to calm down and try to think of what to do next because clearly this man has gone insane I mean I am not snapping my neck and how can he be so calm about this, I need medical attention now! Closing my eyes I take a few deep breaths and try to picture a happy place with ice-cream and cotton candy clouds.
“Jackson” I pause and take another deep breath “call an ambulance”
“I can’t”
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, bit my lower lip and exhaled from my nose before speaking, “what do you mean you can’t, is there no telephone around?”
“There is, but they said I can’t do nothin’ apart from sit here on this comfy chair drink this water and wait”
Okay, he is going to die.
“Oh and eat these biscuits they left me” he then continued.
I’ve had enough, I began to pull the ropes that had my arms and legs bind to each side which caused moaning noises to come from the top of my head and just when I thought I could pull my arms free my body gave up on me and I started panting.
I am not going to cry.
Just think happy place.
Oh look a unicorn.
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Waking Up Dead
Teen FictionLies.Lust.Betrayal. I should not have woken up! I should have stayed down and buried, basically I should have stayed dead. Mother nature decided to play chess and use me as her pawn. Can I use it to my advantage before the lies that surround me engu...
