Beyond Heaven and Hell

Chapter 19 -

***Nate's POV

The days were long and emotionally draining. I couldn't even remember or keep track of how many days, weeks or moths had passed not to mention that I never knew if it were day or night. It had been a few days where I barely saw Sophie or anyone, it was beginning to drive me crazy. I couldn't just rot in this cell to die while my wife and child go on their lives without me. I had to do something, anything! Thinking of what I can do since I can't escape, I come up with a few ideas, I could either try to look for a flaw in the walls or structure where I can rip off a floorboard or something similar OR I could get their attention again by doing something dramatic.

Simply getting out of the bed was so difficult, how could I run from the enemy if I can even stand? It was then that I decided that I needed to get fit, get used to physical activity and prepare myself for the get-away.

Once I was able to get up and stand, I began to slowly walk around the room using the wall as my guide and support. It was a lot more difficult than I thought, it was going to be a long journey of recovery and improvement.

After 5 minutes I had become tired, even slightly sore in the legs, I sat on the end of the bed for a rest. Like clockwork, I got back up and stumbled around the room to sit back down on the bed again. It really was tiring work I felt so weak, and I hated it. Luckily that feeling made me want to go harder and get better quicker. It was the motivation I needed.

On the 5th or 6th time around, I began to shake, my legs failed beneath me, and I collapsed on the floor. Pain shot up my legs as I landed awkwardly.

"Okay, I get the hint!" I muttered to myself before I dragged myself back to the bed and climbed under the sheets.

I woke in immense pain my legs, my core and my arms ached, and I knew exactly why but I also knew it was the price I had to pay to get out of this hellhole.

I attempted to slide out of the bed, but the pain was just too much. I had clearly over done it. I was just so eager to get out and back home, the depression was eating me alive. Feeling defeated I laid in the cold bed for the rest of day in hopes to recover.

I awoke once again feeling drained. As much as I still felt weak, I somewhat felt like I had more strength than I had in the last few weeks. The feeling alone gave me more will to keep going. With a crack and a click I slipped out of bed; my bones and joints were still adjusting.

"One step at a time" I whispered to myself as motivation as I begun to walk the circle around the room. It was easier than two days ago when I first tried it, and it was amazing to know that I was getting somewhere... that my plan was working. I managed to do roughly 7-10 laps before I decided to take a breather. I sat once again by the end of the bed slightly puffed, but my eyes were on the prize, and I was motivated.

As I was counting the seconds to each breath, I suddenly heard a crash and a small gasp coming from what sounded like a female. Was it Sophie? I was concerned for her. I hadn't seemed her in what felt like over a week and I almost missed her... as much as I shouldn't.

Although, for all I knew it could be that strange aura that she had ever since the beginning of this nightmare. It was a dark presence that felt like it was pulling me in to her. Luring me in like a manipulation tactic. It sure did scare me but every time I was in her presence, id be struck back by her unreal beauty, and I was then stuck thinking about that rather than the mysterious, enticing force.

It was then that I found myself daydreaming of Sophie and all her glory.

Anger flushed through me like a tidal wave. This was wrong, I must get out of this prison!