The idea of telling someone started to grow more appealing to me as I drifted into my sadness.I knew I shouldn't tell anyone but the reality hit - I wouldn't be able to hold it together on my own much longer. My mother was killed for God's sake!
My mom was gone and I can't bring her back from the dead, can I? God, I wish I could.
I had to focus on my brother and father. They were still held hostage. I hadn't seen my dad in two years. I missed him so much. As for my brother, we met a few days ago. When he didn't exit the building he and some other man went into, the feeling of guilt and sadness took over me.
I had to get a hold of my feelings and focus on what I had to do.
I have to save my dad and my little brother.
I went out of my room and knocked on the door next to it. I didn't know what I was doing.
The door opened revieling Michael who stood with a confused grin on his face. He was wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His hair was messy, just like always. I went in his room and sat on his bed.
I didn't know how my face looked like. I hadn't even looked in the mirror since I woke up and something told me that I sure as hell didn't want to know. I bet my cheeks were beet red and my eyes were looking like out of a zombie film.
He closed the door and sat down next to me meeting my eyes. I turned away hoping he wouldn't see my zombie eyes.
"Look there is so much to tell and if you tell anyone about this conversation I will cut you to pieces and feed it to my pet piranhas..."
"You have a pet pira..?"
"No, not important. Do you promise to keep quiet and not to tell anyone about this?" I cut him off demanding an answer.
"Yes." He answered imidiately.
"Not even Emily?"
"Yes. I mean no - I won't tell anyone."
I gave him a hopefull smile.
This can go either really, really bad, either suprisingly good. I hope it's the second option.
Explaining the whole thing seemed a lot harder than it seemed.
"You see... almost two years ago my family lived in the sweet neighborhood near the woods a three hour ride from here." I said my voice cracking in the end.
"Everything seemed to be ok until one day some strange man came to our house and kidnapped us. I managed to hide in my closet, but when I thought they were gone and went to look, someone grasped me and threw me into a car. My family was in the car driving right in front of us.
When they turned in a small lane, we continued to drive forward until we reached an old abandoned house near the lake.
He said that I can sleep in it until the next day, when I met another one of The Man's slaves. He told me about the whole do-it-and-we-set-your-family-free thing and gave me a mission. After that I compleeted all his missions as best as I could but he refused to let them go.
And then - a year and a half later - my brother escapes. I saw him and I was relieved that he was ok. The person who you saw in the park was my brother. I followed him because he was meeting up with a strange guy who looked like one of The Man's slaves.
My brother went into an old building with him and didn't come out. When the man came out alone and there was no sign of my brother I panicked and attacked him. One of the guards hit me and I passed out. The next morning I..." I swallowed a big lump in my throat.
"The next morning I woke up in my old house and there was a letter who said that my mother was killed." my eyes were sour and I didn't expect any tears to come out of them because I already cried them all out but they runned down my cheeks anyway.
"I runned into the forest and that's when you and Emily found me." I brushed my tears away from my cheeks trying not to let out any more of them.
Michael looked at me. He didn't say anything. His eyes were wide and his curly hair was thrown onto his face.
"Are you alright? "I asked him confused about his reaction.
"Umm..." He scratched the back of his head again.
I looked at my hands again. It was clearly seen that he wasn't waiting for that kind of story.
Before I even knew it I was gripped into a bear hug. When I understood what was happening I put my hands around him as he did with me.
It felt comforting. It was weird because of the way my spine was bent comparing to the rest of my body but I felt comfortable in his arms.
I finaly felt some kind of safety in my life. And it was nice to know that someone is in this together with me. Atleast for now. I don't now what I would do if I lost Michael along with my family. They all no wwere on my shoulders.
"We have to find them, get them out and most importantly - keep you safe..." Michael grabed both of my shouders bringing me out of the bear hug and looked straight at me.
I don't think that The Man would hurt me because then there would be no one to blackmail, but I didn't want to bring that up and ruin my mood even more.
"Yes." Was all I said.
I turned to him. He gave me one last confused but understanding look. I walked out of his room. I sat on my bed and looked at my hands. I didn't know what I had just done. I had brought him in this mess with me. I didn't want him to get hurt.
My mind was full of thoughts and tears were spilling from my eyes like a shower.
In the middle of my thoughts I somehow managed to fall asleep. It felt like I hadn't slept in centuries. Each minute was worth of it and it felt good to be away from this planet even for a moment. It was like my own little happy place to return to from my torturing life.
My little happy place didn't last too long to be enaugh for me, when I woke up in the middle of the night, the next time I fell asleep I slept a dreamless, empthy sleep with a hint of nightmares.
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