Thursday: Expect the Unexpected

Chapter 3: I Need a Reason

  As I couldn't do anything other than think and just about breath, I rattled my brain to reach an at least half-logical reason for being wherever the hell I was.
  Yet again I was interrupted.  By now the drugs had started to wear off and so I could hear again and twitch my fingers a little. The people marched into the tiled room and loosened my straps. To my surprise, the drugs hadn't fully worn off and my body was picked up and flopped about harshly like a doll.
They pulled me away from the counter too fast, a few tubes pulled me painfully back and they nearly lost their grip of me. He yanked out the tubes and out prices of tape over the holes they left, not even a plaster. He quickly scooped me back up and ripped off the tape, causing several hairs and eyelashes to come with it. I gasped and gasped, finally getting air again. I had no idea what was going on, or were I was going but it seemed better than were I was being carried from.
The lights turned on abruptly and I couldn't see because of the massive light change. I tried to struggle but his arms were too strong to fight with. I was no longer attached to tubes but I felt just as sick as I had before, if not worse with movement involved. I heard scissors and grew anxious. I reached out towards the noise and went to grab them but I was thumped down into a chair and my neck, shoulders, wrists, arms, waist and ankles were each taped to it, I was blind folded again. Oh, and they were nice enough to tape my mouth too...I mean, what had I done
I heard another ceiling light, the noise had become so recognisable after listening to it for so long. I heard many gruff voices consulting one another and another young person's tone, pleading for help, then followed by a groan and the sound of choking.

Silence.
Nothing heard.

I was panicking so much but tried my best to conceal it and act natural, if that was possible in this situation. I was somehow comforted by the sound of a roll of tape being snipped and reapplied over my eyes, don't ask how but it was nice to have some noise.
  I still couldn't hear the other person, if there even was one... Gasping, gasping! I heard breathing and it was very soothing. Followed with crying and a voice proclaiming,
"I don't know anything I swear, I swear to you, nothing!"
  I was baffled about why they would be trying to assure the shadow men, as I like to call them,  that he had no knowledge of something.
 
  Maybe that's why I'm here.

  I didn't have long to think about it before I was gripped around the neck and suspended in the air, still attached to the chair at this point. The tape was pulled fiercely off of my lips and I was repeatedly asked by one of the shadows, "Where were you Thursday 16th November?! Hmm? Where were you?!"
  I racked my brain, nothing but one thing came to mind...oh...oh crap, I'm in deep shi...eh, poo. I knew that where I was on the 16th, I wasn't meant to be.
  "Answer me! Where the hell were you on the Thursday 16th November?!" An incredibly annoyed voice said as he lowered me back to the ground, "If you don't answer in the next five seconds, you will never be seen by anyone ever again, you hear me?"
  "I was...I was bunking off school, okay?" I muttered terrified. Another voice joined in by saying,
"And where might you have been? Hmm? Instead of at school?"
"I went for a walk with a..." I mumbled.
"Where?! Where did you walk and with who?!" The now very tempered figure yelled, he was currently standing above me, I couldn't see but his breath gave it away.
"I was in the forest when I saw something strange, like a big patch of burnt land, not from a campfire, no a lot bigger," I retorted honestly, knowing that lying would result in worse things.
  "What else did you see? We know what you saw, but if you can't tell us, we'll have a little problem and we just need to know, okay?" He grunted, attempting to sound 'friendly' and failing miserably.
"I'm going to ask you another question, you don't have to answer, but yo..." Said one of the men before he was told not to say the 'next bit'.
"Did you see anybody else there?" Continued another one of the men.
I know that I had but I did nothing and kept a straight face, "No, no sir," I commented, trying to sound all sweet and innocent.
"Well, your facial expressions say otherwise, we know you saw something that day, other than a patch of burnt grass, now all you have to do is say what you saw, that's all, come on," encouraged someone, but not sounding like they meant a word of it.
"I...I, I saw a person, but..." Interrupted once again a man followed by saying,
"But what? What about this 'person'?"
"It wasn't, it wasn't alive, there were lots of them, all dead. They all had slits across their eyes and gun-shot wounds in there cheeks and chests," I sobbed, fearing that something terrible was about to happen.
The chair I was sitting on was smacked to the ground and made me fell very dizzy. The blind fold and tape were taken off again, jeez, they must go through a lot of tape. A massive boot kicked my head to the left where another teen lay. I swear they were savouring my every ounce of fear.

Oh, my, gosh...that was my best friend.