My Understandings [ON HOLD/EDITING]

My Understandings: Part 25

-Edith's P.O.V.-

My eyes flutter open but I still see darkness. There is no light where I am except for  a small lamp in the corner of the room. The floor is dirt and tile and the air feels cold as I sit up. I wonder how long I've been asleep? I knew if I tried to go get Alan at the cemetery things would go wrong... I just didn't think they'd be this bad. I crawl around in search of my two best friends.

Terror spreads through my body as I re-analyze the situation that I'm in. I'm in a dark room, most likely alone, and I don't have the strength to move. At this point getting up and fighting doesn't seem worth it. I almost feel as if I have nothing to live for, like a clam shell with no pearl, empty. I can't go on feeling this way, so why not just give up now?

I think about it and realize one reason why I shouldn't give up.

"Austin... Alan..." I whisper, no one answers. All the hope I had in a response from them disapears as I realize I'm alone. I lift myself up with my arms and sit up to observe what kind of situation I'm in. I feel something around my leg, I feel down for it. A rope, great. Where am I? Where are Austin and Alan? I start to panic. Oh my god, what if they're dead? What i my dad killed them and is coming for me next? I need to get out of here! I think to myself. 

The lamp in the corner of the room goes out and I'm left in the darkness, completely alone. It's dark, and damp, and the air almost chills me to the bone. I can't be here, I need to find my friends. But what if they're already dead...? 

My arms begin to shake from holding me up and I let go of all my strength and collapse to the floor. I begin to cry softly to myself. What else am I supposed to do in a damp, dark room by myself? I cover up my face with my hands and wipe away old tears as new ones stain my dirty cheeks. 

Light illuminates the room and I hear a creaky door open and shut. My body tells me to look and see who it is but my mind tells me to look away. I'm probably going to get killed anyways, why look at the face of my murderer? It seems crazy that I want my dad to kill me but I have nothing else left to look forward to. Everyone that I love is either dead or doesn't care about me one bit.

"Hey there baby." I hear a man say behind me. I turn to see a tall and lanky man with a scraggly beard and a bald head. He walks towards me with a smile and I back up to the wall.  The door is open behind him, do I run for it? I think. Of course I fucking run for it!

I start to run but I feel a cold sensation on my ankle and I fall face first to the floor. My jaw aches in pain and my tongue stings as blood pours out of my mouth. I mist have bitten my tongue really bad. I down to my foot to see a rope tied tightly to my ankle and latched onto a post. I hear the man laughing at me as I sigh defeated. 

This is it. This is where I'm going to die.

"You didn't think you could get away that easy did you honey?" He asks. He begins to laugh harder and falls to the floor laughing at me, what's so funny? I look to the door to see a big, burly man run in. He slaps the lankier one and looks over to me. I know that face...

I'd know that face anywhere! My body shakes as I get up and crawl to the corner of the room in fear. This man broke my arm as a kid, and now he's here to kill me. I'm not surprised, honestly, who wants me on this earth anyways. My best friend hates me right now, all my other friends are dead, my dad hates me, the rest of my family is dead or gone, who do I have? Austin, but he's probably dead. I have nothing left to live for, not a single person would care if I died tonight. Not. One.

I look towards the ground and clench my fists. "If you're gonna kill me... do it." I assert. I'm sick of this torture bullshit, if they want me dead just go on with it. There's no sense in dragging it on. The men look at each other and chuckle.