Captured By Squids *remake*

Chapter 12

(Ty's POV)

"WHAT THE-"

My eyes flashed opened, my heart racing, my clothes drenched in water. My throat burned, it feeling scratchy and dry. I lifted my body off the floor with all the energy I had. My arms slowly checked my body for any injuries. I had a few minor scratches on my arms and legs, and I think I had a large bruise on my forehead, but other than that, I was ok.

Where am I?

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness of the room. I looked around the room, and noted that it had cold stone floors, walls, and ceiling, and a large jail-cell door. There was a small light in one of the corners of the room, along with what looked like a moth-eaten blanket and flat pillow. My body shook madly, chilled from the frozen air. I crawled over to the blanket and curled up inside of it, though it didn't help much.

Along with the chilly air in my cold cell, there was an all too familiar smell in the air. It reeked of the salty ocean and was even worst than fish. You can probably guess already what it is, so I won't waste my breath saying their cursed name.

I laid my head down on the flat pillow, hoping to get at least some-what comfortable in this place. My body ached, and I knew being in wet clothes and cold air was only going to get me sick. Unfortunately, the strong smell of squid and the hard floor made it impossible to lay down and get warm.

"Hello?" I called out. My voice echoed off the walls of the cell, getting quieter with every repeat.

"Hey! Be quiet in there!" Some squid snapped, kicking my cell door. I jumped, hitting my head on the wall in the process. I yelped, pulling my hand up to the place where my head hurt the most. I placed my finger lightly on the injury sight, and quietly gasped. I pulled my finger up to the light and saw a crimson red liquid on it.

Great. I'd be lucky not to die in here from blood loss.

I tore a piece of my wet shirt away from my body and dabbed at the cut in my head. I then tore off another place and applied pressure to the sight until the bleeding seemed to calm down. I threw the torn piece of cloth away from me, and then slowly laid my head on my pillow and stared at the gray ceiling. My eyes got watery, and I sniffled.

Where's Sky when I need him?