Everything Then Nothing

Chapter 9

Martha looked out the window, out and up the moon. Gleaming over her as her lord and saviour. Her only shining light to guide her through. A crack of hope into this hypnotic hell. She sighed. When will she find a rope to climb out?

"This damn prison..."

She pulled her hair with raging thoughts flooding her brain. How damn long will he keep her as just another toy to play with? She felt sick, really sick. Sick about even the thought of never going back home, somewhere safe, somewhere secure, where she could finally get away. She sighed, all these stupid emotions washing over her. She hated it. It was no point. There's no make-believe here, or any hope at all.

She gloomily walked out and opened the door, hunching back like an old grandma. It's been a month, it's almost Christmas time, and the building felt cold and damp, rushing through her and pounding on her skin. She wanted to revert everything that had happened. She wants HENRY back. Not whatever engulfed and morphed him into what he is. The pure hatred she felt for "Henry" was undeniable and powerful. But she still loved him. No matter what he did, she knew it wasn't him. It couldn't have been. She knows that someone is whispering to him, telling him he is right, and making him do it. This irritated her. She was even infuriated by the fact she feels this way... What happened to her?

With these overwhelming changes in her life, it's like the world is ending. Maybe he'll eradicate the population as we know it. Maybe he won't, she doesn't know. There aren't any answers to these questions leaving her in wild thoughts, zipping around like flies over a corpse. Then, out of nowhere, he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see him. He met her cold glare that gave him a harsh greeting.

"What the fuck do you want? Do you need me to do shit for you again..?"

She asked, cocking her head to the side. Her eyebrows also showed her irritation towards him, but he didn't care.

"No, I actually don't"

He says, inching closer to her, she wanted to fucking slap him. But if she did, she knew what kind of fucking temper tantrum he would have. Then she'd have to spend another night chained up. Fucking annoying.

"Then what do you fucking want? I'm tired of your bullshit."

She raised a brow, kind of confused, yet still bothered about him bothering her. She wanted nothing to do with him. Absolutely nothing. Yet when she said that, Henry was starting to lose his temper. He threw her to the nearest wall. Martha felt jolts of pain throughout her, especially her back. She grunted and winced. With one eye open, she faced his spiraling eyes. They felt like sharp kunai's ready to pluck her eyes out.

"Now I don't want to hurt you, but if you say ONE MORE disrespectful thing, I will NOT hesitate to put you through PAIN."

Martha felt the air closing in on her when she heard a thud. Henry also heard it. It was like a... Door getting kicked down? They both were confused, but Martha felt anxiety tingle down to her heart and through her veins. What now? Then, they both heard voices, it was multiple people, and they sounded like adults. They both heard sirens, blaring throughout the building.

"Wait- what the shit."

Martha beamed, curling up in a ball. In confusion and worry.

"It's been a fucking month, why now? They finally decided to start looking for him? So much for defending the fucking country."

She thought, rolling her eyes. Did they even care she was gone? They didn't, didn't they? Maybe. That's what she thought. It wasn't a relatively good thing for the both of them, but the only possible positive outcome would be for her. It wouldn't last long, though.