The Beginning [TOXIC BUT LOVE]

Chapter 1

ELENA BLACKWOOD

Red everywhere.

The far my eyes can travel they could only witness patches of red, some dark, some crimson and some dried almost turned to black. On the walls, on the floor, on the table, on those various weird equipment's, everywhere were the splotches, some small, some big spread like someone painted them willingly.

The smell inside was thick, almost rooted, breath chocking like copper with a mix of piss and more importantly fear. I lifted my fatigued body heavily from the dirty dusty floor slowly taking in my surrounding. The sense of dread has gripped me settling in my chest as I made small strides.

Even though I made sure not to make any sound, yet my whispering nimble strides were too harsh on the cold floor as I did my best to avoid making noise. With my every advancing careful faint trend my chest tightening further, but my ears perked up and breath almost got knocked in chest when heard the rattling of chains. My legs freeze and releasing a trembling breath, I turned raising my eyes only to take a sudden hasty retreat feeling vertiginous in shock and fear...

'BLOOD'

Everything was red, and this was not just the color but crimson red, bloody red. My breathing became heavy, body turned cold shaking tremendously when eyes fall on the quaking shadow of the figure looming in the dark.

Pushing the bile back in my throat building my courage I cautiously followed the trail of the blood ending at the pool. It was no more the looming shadow but a looming figure, hands tied on the ceiling with shackles which were making rattling sound even on slightest moment, head hanging downwards, thick drops of blood dropping on the dirty bloody floor from the wet tresses, hanging there like a dead body. The only sign that shows the life in that hanging figure was that of the faint arduous breathing.

Despite everything in me was screaming to run away from there with my life without looking back I couldn't. My legs were frozen, body immobile and the only sound could be heard was of my banging heart in my ears.

Valiantly, somehow, I managed to raise my quaking hand, my fingers touched the thick coating of wet liquid and when I retreated my hand back my mouth was wide open, hanging low as I looked at the thick blood coating my fingers. My voice with the intensely rising scream got stuck somewhere in my throat as I stood stiff unable to release any sound when those closed heavy eyelids endogenously lifted from the floor and dead, empty, stone intense big bloody red orbs connected with mine with just one word followed behind in a throaty, rugged faint yet strong voice

"LEAVVVVEEEEE"

My eyes snapped open with shock. Cloths drenched, whole face dripping wet with sweat as I gasped for air threshing my arms around clenching the mattress. My screams faded in the wall as I threw the tangled sheets off me.

Immediately my hand went to my side knocking off something on the way, my fingers touched the switch, turning on the lamp. The room lit up and my eyes met the ceiling above. I kept looking at the ceiling to bring myself back from that cold chamber to reality.

It was just a nightmare Elena; it was just a nightmare again. I repeated to myself. 

These nightmares become a part of me from past six years, except that these were not the nightmare but the reality. The same reality I am trying to forget and leave from past six years, but it just follows behind.

Chills seeped through my back whenever I remember what happened then. It more horrible than just a nightmare, forgetting and leaving it was not easy, but things change and all I managed to do is just move on form that, but these nightmares are never ready to leave me alone. All I could wish is that when I woke up, I don't remember having one but unfortunately these types of blessed occasions were very few. These were not this worse before when I was back home since whenever I started screaming in night my parents would be there and I soon drifted off back in my sleep without waking up feeling moms comforting warmth around me in her embrace and dads voice but now since I started leaving alone, I always woke up drenched and threshing for air.