Martyrdom

16

Lisa's Pov

I woke up in a dark and chilly room. My hands are wet and my forehead is sweating hard. It's pitch black. I can't see anything clearly. I can hear someone breathing inside the room. All I know is I am afraid. Afraid of something I can't see. I am afraid that someone might hurt me. I tried to stand and walked slowly like a blind woman trying to touch something ahead of me but I was stunned when I can no longer go far from where I stood. My feet are in chains on the ground. I sat and tried to break it holding it tightly to loose but none worked. It's impossible to see in this dark place.

At the moment I heard footsteps that's when I started trembling. I can hear someone. There's someone breathing harshly and someone walking, I am not alone. I'm scared for my life, for what this person is going to do. I am acting brave but deep inside I am not. I'm as soft as cotton that can easily be tore apart. I covered my eyes when a light flashed in the dark room.

I was too afraid of the guy with the mask who covered my face and laughed before he made me sleep. A moment after I am in a windy place, the cold wind brushing against my skin. I can hear them talking about something. I can hear men. A lot of them. And a woman, crying. When they took off the thing on my head that's covering my sight I saw the place. A very calm place with the sun setting already. The sky is colored blue, peach and orange and it's getting a little dark. My eyes landed on a woman kneeling on the ground crying her eyes out with bruises on her face, her body, and her clothes are in a mess. My heart pounded hardly that I cannot breathe properly because of the sight of her. The way she looks hurt me more than anything.

"Are you gonna do it or not?" His voice was clear. I looked up at him and to my hand that he's staring at. I was stunned to see me holding a gun pointing at her.

Mother.

I started to tear. My tears flooded my eyes when I realized I'm pointing a gun at her.

"Do it, Lisa!" He shouted at me.

"No!"

"Lisa, my daughter... d-do it.." her voice is trembling. She's shaking.

How would I dare do it?

"Lisa? Lisa?"

Someone's calling me from afar.

"Lisa do it." My mother.

"No! No!" He captured my hands with his and pointed the gun on my mom. I tired pushing him but my hands are tied with the gun on the wood that's buried on the ground. My feet are tied with chains.

I looked at his fingers and any moment he could click my finger that's on the trigger and my mom will die.

I shouted at him but I only got a slap from him.

"Kill her!" He ordered me again and again for how many times.

I shook my head and kept on saying no. I tried pulling my hand off the the gun but that's impossible. He laughed and laughed at me and my mother. He's crazy.

"Kill her now Lalisa!"

"No! Fuck you!"

I glared at him and watch my mom struggle.

After a moment of him shouting at me he pulled my finger on the trigger and clicked. I shouted and closed my eyes.

"Lisa!"

I gasped and sat on the bed. I opened my eyes and realized that was a dream. I sat on the edge of the bed and touched my chest. I'm breathing harshly and the pain from the dream,, it's so surreal. That wasn't just a dream, that was a nightmare. A firm and soft hand touch my back. I am with Jennie. I didn't look at her. I don't want her to see how vulnerable I am at this moment.