Flee from Freedom - (mattheo riddle)

36: Paralysis

TW: small amount of torture and gore 

"Amara." The voice is quiet, sympathetic, worried. 

"Amara."

"Amara."

My name is said over and over again. But i don't even know where i am. 

"Amara, please wake up." 

"Amara, i'm sorry."

"It should have been me."

"Amara wake up please."

________

28th May 1998

I've been in and out of consciousness for days. I don't know how many days. But i'm sure it's days. 

Every time i feel like i'm going to wake up, i try to move and i can't, then i lose consciousness again. 

This time is different, ive been awake for a few minutes. I haven't tried to move, scared for the results. I need to move. 

Gathering my breath, i move my arm. I moved it. I try again, my right arm shifts. 

'Thank fucking Salazar.'

"Amara." A panicked voice comes from beside me. The same voice i've been hearing for the past few days. I assumed it was in my head, a motivational speech to wake myself up. Maybe not. 

"Amara are you awake? Can you hear me?"

Trying to speak, i open my mouth slightly. Nothing. Nothing but panicked breaths as my words evaporate into nothing. 

"Amara." He says again. He's a few meters away, not beside me. Something seperates us. My mind instantly flickers to the cells in the Malfoy dungeons. 

"M-"

"Amara. You can do it please Mara." 

"Ma..." The words tumble away again.

"Mara please, please."

"Mattheo." The whisper escapes from my lips. 

A laugh comes from beside me. "Oh my fucking Salazar." Mattheo says. I can hear him smiling from here. "You're okay. You're okay." 

"Mattheo?" Scared, i can't say anything else. I still can't fucking move. 

"It's okay, stop trying to move. Just stay there okay. You're okay." 

I manage a smile. 

_________

29th May 1998

I'm awake again. Time passes odd here. I've been laying in the same position for Salazar knows how long. Aching and burning slightly, the remnants of dark magic linger in my arm. I still haven't looked at it. 

"Mattheo." I croak out. 

I hear shuffling from a few meters away. "Amara? Are you awake; say something."

"I... I'm awake."

I hear a small laugh of joy. "Good, good. Do you feel okay."

"Arm hurts. Head hurts." My words don't string together properly, i can't think properly. 

"Can you move?" Mattheo breaths in relieve.

Twitching my fingers, i manage to move my arms around, way more than yesterday. Mattheo laughs again, and i hear the metal of his rings clink against the bars as he grips them. Still trying hard, i jerk my knee slightly. I laugh in relief.