Just Some Short Stories + Things

Captivated

Hi, I'm not really sure what this ones about. I wrote this almost 5 years ago and just edited it to correct some grammar mistakes without really changing the plot. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my weird childhood writing. Thanks!

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Reyen watches the same pattern for hours, maybe days.

Over and over again tiny drops of his blood hit the floor. And all he does is watch.

He doesn't move his hand to wipe the blood away, or try to stop the constant, scarlet flow from his forehead.

Reyen stares, captivated by the beauty of such a pattern that saps a tiny smidgen of his strength every time a drop hits the cold cement floor of his cell.

His captors come in every now and then to force food and water down his throat, always mumbling about how he is "Such a waste of time" and how "The stupid child won't give us the answer." The slurs they use against him are the worst.

Reyen knows it's his father's fault he's in here. Why so many things that a regular eleven year old boy shouldn't hear, he has already seen and experienced. His father, Jonas Thomas, was a wealthy businessman. At least that's what he had told Reyen and the rest of his family before he was murdered and the truth was revealed.

Reyen's father was a drug dealer. He had many wealthy clients and many clients that weren't so friendly. Reyen had grown up used to seeing weird men and woman entering his home. He should have known something was no good by the flashes of metal under their coats, or the odd white substance in some bags.

His father would always look at him and say "Your mother can't know anything, Reyen. Don't tell her or else you know what happens." Sometimes his father hit him when he was bad, so Reyen always tried to be perfect for him but sometimes he would slip. He had always faced the repercussions later.

His captors hurt him too, just like his father did, but worse. His father only wanted him to be better, but these people want things from him and take pleasure in hurting him to get what they want.

At this point all Reyen knows is that these people worked for his father, he doesn't know what his father did to have his son captured and himself murdered in less than a week, but it's safe to assume he must have royally pissed them of.

So Reyen sits and ponders upon what his father did, captivated by the drip drip drip of his own blood, as he waits for his captors to come and try to squeeze non-existent answers out of him.

Reyen doesn't have to wait long as the door slams open minutes later, revealing a small, weasel-like man and an even smaller, yet more muscular, woman. Behind him the man wheels a cart full of shiny, metallic objects. The woman, who Reyen had learned was named Laura, was dirty blond with manly features. She usually had a partner with her, an extremely tall brunette man. He is he brains and she is the brawn.

Reyen glances towards the door waiting for him to appear, but quickly looks back at his captivating blood pattern. Laura catches him looking anyways and laughs. "Looking for Micheal, little one? You're gonna wish he was here" she sneers at him, "Unfortunately, you've grown on him so he usually wants to stop, and that's just unacceptable."

Leila starts to pace, her footsteps light and almost nonexistent. "I, on the other hand, hate you and your Father. All your family did was suck money off of others. My mother died because your father thought she wasn't selling enough of his tainted product. He ordered her death for non-sufficient payment."