Clandestine

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-one

Sage

My head is foggy, pounding against my skull. The throbbing in my left temple lets me know they used something to knock me out at some point. Seems to be one of their favorite things to do. I've lost count how many times they've knocked me out and I've woken up healed. 

A part of me wishes they would stop healing me. When will it finally be enough for them? I've been here for days and they haven't been able to get any kind of answer out of me. Yet they don't give up.

All for a necklace that just gives me extra strength. What has my life turned in to.

I do my best to just fall back to sleep but it seems like the pounding is only getting worse.

I blink a few times as my vision comes back to me. The light seeming to make everything brighter, causing everything to have it's own glow.

I stop breathing when I look down. Laying on the ground in front of me is my best friend, unconscious.

No...

Any pain or tiredness leaves my body as I straighten, and attempt to pull my wrists from the chains. I try to make my hand as skinny as possible to attempt to slip through the cuffs but I can't get it to slip over my thumb.

I can hear it sizzling my skin but I don't feel it. Even when the smell of my burning skin fills my nose, I don't give up. I have to help her. I can't do anything in this damn chair.

"Sam..." She had curled herself into a ball. There's blood covering her from head to toe. I can see she was crying, there's tears stains running down her cheeks. That alone is enough to make me want to kill them. Before this, I would've been okay with dying here. But now, I have to make sure she makes it out okay.

 I scan her body, trying to find the source of the blood but I couldn't tell where or if she was still wounded.

I did this to her. She's hurt because of me. They took her because of me.

She doesn't look like herself. She looks too fragile, curled up. Too helpless. I can't stand this. Cyrus knew how to hurt me and he made sure to hit the mark.

Wait... I can't see her chest rising. I can't see any sign that she's breathing at all. My own breathing stops, along with time.

No. No. No! I can't lose her.

"Sam." She doesn't move or even flinch.

No. Please don't be dead!

"Sam!" I say louder.

Still nothing.

I try to look for any movement to indicate that she was breathing. She has to be.  But shes so still. Too still.

"Sam!" I reach my foot out and my toes just barely reach her. I nudge her as much as I could earning a moan of pain from her.

She's alive!

I let out a sigh of relief before saying softly, "Sam."  She blinks a few times, starring at the wall in front of her. She never moves though, never makes another noise.

But she's alive. That's what matters.

"I'm so sorry." I say as tears start rolling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I should've told them. It was never suppose to get like this. I never thought-"

She coughs, blood spits from her mouth and with a shaky hand she wipes it away.

"Sam..."

Slowly-   very slowly, her eyes move from the wall to meet mine. Her brows pull together as she looks me over. Then, very quietly she whispers, "What happened?"