I saw what you did

Chapter twenty

I peak open my eyes, but I can't see anything I think he may have finally taken my vision causing me to go blind. "Davis? Are you in here? I'm sorry I tried to escape I won't do it again, I promise!" There is no answer. I begin to sob. He is not going to come back he is gonna leave me down here to wither away and die.

I hear the door open and I open my eyes I can see out of one but not the other. I am completely blind in the eye where the socket broke. I see Davis coming through the door dragging something behind him he is covered in blood, he has a white shirt on but now it's the red, the blood is running down is jeans, it looks fresh. He comes into the room dragging something behind him he throws it into the room and lays in front of me, it is my mother still with the knife in her chest. You can see the satisfaction on him face when I scream. "You sick bastard what have you done!" I crawl reaching for my mother but I'm unable to grab her. My vision is so blurry I can't see, I wail in agony. My poor mom she didn't deserve this, she didn't have anything to do with this. "This is your punishment for your little stunt earlier. Now you can both sit down here and rot together." He says in a fit of rage slamming the door behind him. I weep until there are no tears left. I weep until I can't see any longer. I lay on the floor getting as close to my mom as possible. I can just reach the sleeve of her shirt. I grab what I can and lay there and wish I were dead with her.

It's been hours and Davis hasn't been back. I lay on my back unable to move from the grief. I wish he would just kill me. I begin to sit up and look over at my mom I begin to shed tears again, not from grief but because there in my dead mother is the knife Davis left. He must have forgot it when he left in his fit of rage. I grab the sleeve of her shirt pulling her towards me just enough until I can reach the handle of the knife I pull it out and gag as it makes a popping noise coming out. I pat her hand "I'm so sorry mom" I say through sobs. I back away from her until I'm on the mattress, I tuck the knife in between the mattress and the wall. I lay on the filthy mattress and face the wall so I don't have to stare at my dead mom any longer. I lay there until I cry myself into a fitful sleep.

I hear the door slam open causing me to wake. I still can't see out of my eye. It's completely black. "Wakey Wakey Karissa it's play time." The tone of his voice makes me sick. I know what's coming next it's happen so many times before. I hear his foot steps coming towards me, I hear his shirt hit the floor, then his pants unzip. The nausea in my stomach is horrendous. He rips my hair causing pain to shoot through my neck. He crawls on top of me. He starts to kiss me. I do everything in my power not to gag. I reach inbetween the mattress and the wall and I can feel the cool metal handle in my hand. When he is moments from raping me I take the knife and plunge it into his back causing him to yell out. He falls on top of me, I try to push him off but he is too heavy. He cries out in pain. "What the fuck did you do!" He sits up and punches me causing stars to break out into my vision. He is sitting up just far enough for me to knee him in his naked groin. He falls off the mattress and onto his back causing the knife to go all the way through his heart. I check his pulse but he is already gone. I lay back on the bed and catch my breath.

When I'm strong enough I crawl to his pants to get the keys, thankfully the pants are in reach. I search every pocket but they are not there, I look around the room and they haven't fallen out anywhere that I can see. The tears begin to well in my eyes. I pull on the chain with all my strength knowing it's not going to come out of the wall. I already know what I have to do if I want to get out of here. I retch but no vomit comes out. I roll Davis on his side and pull the knife out. I set it next to me and way my options but I know there is none. I scream in frustration. I look at the knife then at my foot. I take Davis shirt balling it up and stuffing it in my mouth. I start cutting at my ankle just above the shackle, the knife if so dull. There is no pain my, because my leg is so necrotic from the break. I continue to I feel the cartilage snap, blood is pouring out of the wound the copper smells invades my nostrils. I keep going until I hit bone. I continue to saw but the dull knife won't go through the bone. I take the butt if the knife and shove it down until the bone breaks. The crack makes me gag. I am getting vision spots from the amount of blood I am loosing but I keep going. The sweat is running off my back. My vision is getting blurry but I am almost through so I keep going. The puddle of blood is growing around me I have never seen so much blood before. I'm done finally, I take the out the gag and wrap it around my stump. I stare at my severed foot and dry heave. I begin to crawl to the door slipping in my own blood. I am too weak to move on I lay my head on the concrete until the blood loss takes me into nothingness.