Closing The Open

~Oh, so this wasn't a dungeon? ~

I would never no never neglect you. I mean who am I to hold your pass against you. ~Work

Chapter //3//~Oh, so this wasn't a dungeon?~

Raige

I jumped out of my sleeping position and into a sitting position. My breathing was right how it was yesterday before all of this had happened. Was it all a dream? I heard a puff of air,then a sharp inhale. Is someone smoking? My eyes scanned my surroundings to see a male figure standing in front of the window next to the bed that I was on. But he's not smoking.. I ripped my gaze from him and observed the other side of the room. No one else was in here. Was I just imagining? My chest suddenly started moving rapidly. Up and Down. Up and Down. Why. Then as if someone was suffocating me, I started to cough very loudly. Then as if they weren't before, my eyes shot open.

I feel paralyzed. I can't move, speak, cry, cough, sneeze... I even almost can't breathe.
Something is stinging my foot. It was a weird feeling, leaving my foot numb after every sting. The more I struggle to move, or open my eyes, the more stings I felt.

What the hell is that?

My breathing is off but I'm still alive. I feel someone's hand on my leg, so as a sort of reflex I throw up my foot connecting it with the person's face.

Ouch. That hurt.

"Damn. For a lady your very abusive. " He sighs as if he's bored, then stands from his sitting position on the bed. I open my eyes then gasp in shock.

"Yeah, it's pretty bad, but it'll heal in a couple of weeks. " He states in a doctor-ly manner referring to my foot. I can't move, but the numbness wasn't from pain, it was from shock.

It was also from fear. The fear of losing her.....it...

"Where is she... " I ask coldly not moving my eyes from my injured foot. It looks like it was bitten by a shark; my flesh was red, while loose flesh was hanging off.

He just continues to look through the window that he had walked over to after getting up. He wears a stoic, bored and nonchalant expression.

Is he deaf?

I sat up numb to any amount of pain a normal eighteen year old female would feel.

But your not normal....

I ask again, this time a little bit louder.
"Where is it? " My heart broke thinking about the condition that I left her in. Without answering my question he exits the room leaving me lonely.

Well, at least I'm used to it.

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I could taste it. The beautiful aroma filled my nostrils; pizza. I could taste it, but due to my injury, it was mixed with an irony fluid called blood. I was loosing alot of blood actually. I just hope these people know what they are doing, cause if not, I'm screwed.

I sit up once again, examining my foot. It had healed almost fully. I could walk on it without feeling the stings. I remove the sheets that were placed on top of me while I was sleeping, then place the uninjured leg on the ground, then carefully exercise the healing one. After being completely sure that I can in fact walk on both legs, I creep over to the door turning the knob and stepping into the hall.

"Oh, so this wasn't a dungeon?" I ask my self humorlessly, walking towards the stair case. I stop dead in my tracks when I see the cutest kitten playing with a bra. I pick up the bra and the kitten and advance down the polished stairs. If my family wasn't filthy rich, I'd be freaking all over this place, but my home is literally gawk-worthy to even the president himself, his words, not mine.

"Put that down, bitch, " a female voice demands.

Chapter dos(2). Hey bitchachos. JK. But hey, wassup. I had slot of fun writing this chapter... If you had fun reading, please vote, and share..
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