Lost And Found

Chapter Seven

As I wake up I can feel my mind and senses go crazy. Remembering this place from last time, I look around at the room that had small green tiles that covered all the walls, plus shower heads that were at least a meter spread apart. I was back in my secret hell. This was the place I lost everything.

         Moving my arms I see that just like last time they are handcuffed to the metal slab. It looked just like it did the last time I was here, except this time I had nothing done to me. I was still wearing the dress from the bar. This made me think I was still safe until I heard noise coming from the edge of the room.

         Snapping my head around I see Gary sitting in the corner on a bar stool staring at me. Watching a creepy smile appear on Gary’s face I watch him get up from his seat and walk closer and closer to me. Once he is standing over me Gary just stands there staring at me. I felt like he was looking into my soul trying to find something to use against me.

After a couple minutes of intense eye contact I start to see Gary’s face becoming bigger. Moving slowly to me I knew what was going to happen, so I turned my neck sharply so that Gary would not kiss my lips. However, my plan failed because he abruptly grabbed me face and planted his poisonous lips on mine.

Feeling my body scream from the pain of Gary’s lips I try flinging any part of my body in the air so I could hit Gary. However, I forget about the handcuffs and in the end the metal starts to cut into my flesh.

As my breath hitches I hear Gary speak over me saying, “Serena, you are going to hurt yourself. Please stop…”

Spitting on Gary I yell back saying, “You don’t want me to hurt myself yet I am one hundred percent sure that you will hurt me.”

“I will never hurt you Serena. I love you.”

As he reached for the sweetheart neckline of my dress I knew what was coming next. I started tossing and turning. I screamed in hope that he would stop his dirty deed and back away from me. He froze in his tracks and that is when I noticed that the once white floor was now a deep red. The handcuffs had slashed into my flesh once again but this time deeper than before.

As I examined the blood on the floor I felt a large pain fall upon my head. It felt as if a rock has hit my head. As I look around for the source of this pain I see that it came from Gary’s fist.

“Sorry baby, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Look at what you have done already.” Gary says this as he walks away from me.

 Watching him I see him go to a table full of instruments of torture. As he continuous talking to me he lifts the instruments one by one in order to prove that I am in his hands.

As he holds up each instrument he precedes to say, “I did this for you out of love. I killed your brother in a fast and painless manner because I knew you for some reason you loved him. I made certain that your mother and father died a slow a painful death like you said you wanted them to. I did this all for you, why must you be a selfish person and treat me this way. What have I done wrong?”

It is in that moment that all the memories of my past come flooding in. Being in this hell again triggered memories that I longed to forget but hearing Gary tell me how I wanted my family to die brought me all the memories of us arguing. Along with the bad memories the good came too such as camping, going to Niagara Falls, Marine land, and popcorn and movie Fridays. What lingered most on my mind was the day I made my biggest mistake, the day I sentenced my family to death.

I remember that day I stormed outside into the front yard and sat on my steps. Gary was my neighbour I liked him since he always gave me candy and was extremely nice. I was mad at my parents because Josh, my brother, had broken my iPod and my parents did not punish him, while just last week I accidentally stepped on his toy and broke it and got grounded. I was so mad. How could they not punish him? It was his fault he broke it but accidents happen, he is only five. I was mad at my parents for not being fair just because he was little he never got in trouble. That day I told Gary I wish they would die and suffer as much as they made me suffer, but I didn’t mean it.

That’s when I lost it. I yelled at him with all my might, I could feel my blood boiling.

“You did this out of love. Really? What kind of sick bastard are you? You really have the guts to ask me what you did wrong? LET ME MAKE A SMALL LIST FOR YOU! YOU RAPED ME, ABUSED ME, KILLED MY FOSTER FAMILY, AND WORST OF ALL YOU KILLED MY REAL FAMILY!! You have no right to say you love me. You are an obsessed, twisted, and sick human….NO! Wait, you are not even a human you’re a thing, you need serious help.”

As he is about to strike me again with his tainted hand the door burst open. Thinking it was an angel I see Derek leading his swat team. Gary freezes in place as Derek yells out orders. It all happened so fast, Gary ignored Derek’s order to step away from me and continues as planned. With his fist flying in the air approaching my face I hear the sound of a bullet leaving a gun passing though the air and then a loud thump precedes after it.

My mind is running wild I spot a second angel running through the door, Darien. He releases the hand cuffs around my wrist and ankles, and carries me out of this prison just like his dad had done before. When we exit I notice Gary’s monstrous body lying on the bloody floor but this time the blood was not mine or my family’s blood. It was his own.

I could not believe that it was finally over. It must be a dream, but it’s a beautiful dream. My smile becomes wider every second I come closer to the ambulance. Knowing that I’ll never see this place again has a relieving effect on me. I was placed on the stretcher in the ambulance and hear the paramedic talking over me. As the sound becomes faint I notice a white light approaching me.

Unlike the last time I do not want it to come closer. I have something to live for now. I do not want to die, not now that this nightmare has come to an end. I can’t leave I have peoplethat love me, this is all a longed for. Why must God take me away when I do not want to go?