The Blood I Carry

Panic

My eyes peel open slowly, my head hurts. My body aches. My eyes feel so so heavy.

I'm in a room I have never been in. I sit up slowly, holding my head as it stops spinning.

Dark walls. Concrete. Concrete ceiling. Concrete floor.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Panic runs through my veins. I wonder where I am, and where the others are. Oh god. I have lost everyone. They could be dead. They could be hurt and I can't do anything about it because I'm stuck in a room with a big iron door that most definitely has locks on the outside. I place my hand over my neck area where someone stabbed something in, the same stuff the pilot gave us on the plane to make us black out. I feel a tingling in my neck when I press on where the injection was inserted, followed by a heartbeat pulsing into my finger. Chills run up my spine. It takes every bit of my strength to push myself up onto my feet, and when I do, I look out of the window. I am still on the island, but higher up, and nowhere near where I was before. There's trees everywhere again, sand, grass, birds, an ocean that stretches out for miles.

I'm still on the island, just in a building.

My bare feet ache as I stand on the cold concrete. I sit down and curl myself into a ball under the window, so I face the large door in case anyone comes in and injects me with any more of that poison shit. Just thinking about it makes my veins throb, ache.

"Grayson!" I yell. I don't know why I'm trying.

"Arlo!" I scream even louder. Tears form in my eyes and fall down my cold cheeks. It's freezing in here, yet it's so warm outside. I haven't felt this cold since I was back at home, and I don't know if that's a good thing.

I stay silent for a minute, letting the silent tears pour out of my stinging eyes.

Then I break. I scream. I scream so loud, so hard, sobbing afterwards.

I'm so tired of this. All of it.

My throat hurts. My head hurts. My eyes hurt.

I grip onto my legs where there are holes, I dig in so hard with my nails I draw blood. I don't care.

I'm hurt. I'm tired. I want to go home. I want my mum and dad. I want Arlo to be normal and loving and caring again.

I hate it.

After a while of crying, hurting myself, pain. There is finally movement outside the big iron door. I stand up quickly, my head spinning as I do. I lean on the wall for a second before staring at the door, waiting for something. Waiting to be tricked again.

It opens, creaking as it does. My heart starts beating faster in my chest. My hands continue shaking. I can feel the blood trickling down my legs beneath my torn up leggings.

In the doorway, stands a figure. A masculine figure.

"Olivia." His voice is deep, low.

"Who are you?" Is the first thing I managed to spit out.

"I am here to help you Olivia. Please come with me."

I recognise the voice from before I blacked out. 'See you soon princess'

I speak louder at him, backing away into a corner. "No. You injected me with the shit that puts people to sleep, why would I trust you?"

"Because I'm here to help you. Dont be afraid. Please, come." He takes one step inside the small room and holds his hand out to me.

I stay silent for a minute, I think about it. What if he actually was here to help me and he gives up and locks me back in here? Surely anywhere is better than in a small concrete room?