Story Snippets

I'll Miss You

"No! NO!" I shouted, violently trying to break the cords that threatened to take away my only freedom left. One of the men grunted as I struck him in the stomach with a free leg. Though it was no use, he only tightened the straps more and stuffed my flailing leg back into the confines of the chair. I hollered again, my cry muffled by the lead tasting muzzle they had strapped over my lips.

Never before had I felt so helpless as I did at that moment; when I gave everything I had and it still wasn't enough. Straining against my bonds I let out a shriek of desperation and anger.Then they brought out the helmet. A helmet that I had only heard about in the bone chilling warnings no one dared to even joke about. Suddenly, I couldn't stop screaming. It was as if some foreign being had taken over my body. Fear oozed through my veins like cold, heavy, lead. Sirens echoed in my head as they strapped the helmet down. My stomach did flips. And suddenly I knew I wasn't getting out of here.

In the few precious moments I calculated I had I thought back to my friends, my family. Every person who had ever supported me, smiled at me, loved me. They wouldn't even know what had happened to me in this cold, unforgiving room. Then came the pain; the regret, the anguish of all I could have done and all I'd been through. How could it end now? I tasted tears.

Dimly I became aware of someone talking. Asking me a question? It was time for the big finish.

Before I opened my eyes I tucked my thoughts away behind iron bars, disconnected myself from them. It was the only way I could think to protect those I loved. When I regained my bearings I could hear that my muffled screams had turned into small whimpers so I shut my mouth. The noises I had picked up before were actually the speaker in the other room was announcing who I was, what I'd done, and how it would end. Not a question after all. The room I resided in was completely soundproof however and at the moment I was grateful for that. The men and women on the other side of the currently fogged glass would soon witness a penalty worse than death. One that I had never really thought would happen to me.

The door clicked and a man entered the room. "Are those tears I see Mr. Fields? Hm. I expected more," he grinned "You might be more resilient than I anticipated. Though I must admit I don't give people like you very high marks." looking at the blurry form in front of me I had to resist the urge to throw up. I would have spit on him if I could.

"Do you want to tell me now?" He asked. I thought of the pain refusal would cause. The agony that would follow. The fear almost overwhelmed me again but I knew that by keeping my mouth shut I could do it. I could protect them; make them proud.

"Never." I said, and that single, proud, muffled word sealed my fate.

"Very well." The man retreated through door once again and my chair began to turn to face the now clear glass.

I closed my eyes and smiled, "Andy, the man who couldn't do anything had finally done something; and it was something great."

Then the torment started, and they tore my brain apart.