Bellarke ignited

06: surviving

"God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise".
~Walter de la Mare, The Return

(Dedicated to JewelsTheFools43 )

~Clarke~

"Oh shit" my coarse voice barley whispers, my hand rubbing a miniature mountain on the back of my head.

Lifting my other hand, I groan out loud when I noticed it chained down to the floor in steel- my wrists raw and red.
I try to get up but my whole body aches with even the tiniest movement and my head feels heavy, like a rock is weighing it down making my eyesight blurry and shaky.
The place I am in moves slightly when I move and seeing now I notice I am in a dank, dark cave. Small, cold drops of water drip down from the caves ceiling like a bullet from a gun on slow motion and fierce looking weapons hang from nails that protrude from the crystal-like rock.
Backing my self hastily into the Rock behind me I try to brace my self for what is walking round the corner towards me, their foots steps loud and heavy getting closer with everyone one of my hitched breathes that fight to keep me breathing in my panic attack that is slowly growing inside me.
Eugh what is wrong with me? I am meant to be strong, I meant to be fearless and I meant to be a leader.
But I can't seem to control the panic inside me. I've destroyed myself mentally and physically and I don't think I'll ever be the same.

Knocking me out of my deep thoughts my kidnapper comes around the corner, his face evil and vicious he looks down at me, a snarl escaping his lips as he throws a dead bloody rabbit to the other side of the cave.
Reaching his dirty,large hand to his fur lined pocket, he pulls out a glistening, sharp knife with blood dripping off the point like a volcano slowly erupting to destroy everything in its path.

My eyes widening I try to use my hand to free the other one from the chains that tie me down on to this cold, merciless rock. The blisters that have appeared on my wrist, burst with the friction from the chains rubbing against my skin as the grounder slowly makes his way towards me- the knife comes closer to me then he does and I start to panic even more. My attempts at escape are futile as the chains show no sign of breaking.

"No please don't kill me" my voice painfully croaks out, I look at the grounder with wide eyes, begging him for mercy.

Seeing him getting closer I realise my death is impending on me sooner then I would like, so closing my eyes shut tight,I brace my self for the sharp pain I know is coming.

After a few minutes I fell no pain go through my body, just confusion. So opening my eyes I notice the grounder looking at me strangely before bending down and moving over to my chained wrist.
Putting his savage looking knife away in to his deep pockets, he goes to his other pocket and pulls out a rusty metal key the size of my pinky finger.
My eyes begin to brim with the tears of hope and my heart rate beats faster as he unlocks the chains on my wrist, the click of the key against the metal is the most satisfying noise I have ever heard.

Bringing my injured arm up to me, I rubbing my wrist soothingly, the cracked blood and pus all mixing together as the grounder brings up his own arm, waving it at the entrance, he indicates for me to leave.

Getting up hurriedly, I stumble slightly, my legs like bags of jelly I begin to stumble out of this dark, brooding cave. The pain in my wrist long gone as the promise of sunlight guides me over.

"Thank you" I whispers quietly, the echoing boom of the words hitting the rock get the words to the grounder for me.