What Would Happen?

Part 9: Criticism

Again, I had that revolting dream. But everything seemed hazy and bit more blurry. As expected, I couldn't get up. So, I just decided to continue watching. I seriously wished I had warm and buttered popcorn in my hands. It was like watching one of the old movies without sound because my dream didn't have sound, all the more reason to believe it's related to me. 

Just then, The me in the dream had looked up and yelled words at the one standing in front of us. A moment afterwards, it looked as if the future me had purposely mouthed the words "Do it for Anna, please" as she-or I looked into my own eyes.

Something related to Anna? Do what for her? I'd probably do it but what? What should I do?

After the future me said that, I was instantly kicked back on the ground. I took a good look at the foot of the bastard who kicked me,and I would notice that old piece of trash's shitty shoes anywhere. I swore that I'd kill him after Anna's death. And then for kicking my oh so bootyful face.

I couldn't think about it though. It'd just get in the way so i just decided to let that come later. I had to focus on waking up. I had to get everyone safe. And possibly warn them about the dream.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain pierce my shoulder. I had finally woke up and opened my eyes. The pain had started to increase and I slowly looked over my shoulder. My sleeve was almost ripped of from my buttoned-up teal shirt and I was covered in blood. I looked up and saw a mahogany colored ceiling. It looked so short that it'd hit my head. I'm only about 5'6", too. I planned to get up in a sitting position but something cold and rusty tugged at my arms and legs. I tugged again thinking that my body was just numb. Still, I was being pulled down. I felt weak and drowsy but still pulled as hard as I could. There was then a rough scratching noise. I couldn't pull my head up 'cause it hurt so goddamn much. All I could see was the side of a cold concrete floor. About two meters away from me stood metal bars along with a door with an attached lock. It looked a lot like a prison cell designed by a narcissistic fashionista. Dark colors don't look good at all but the idiot who built it thought this poor stone would look good in anything. Like designer, like product.

"Ewwww! Leave me ALONE! You touching me is an invasion of my personal space bubble!" A disgusting yet familiar voice shrieked.

"Ashton?" I mumbled.

"Ashton! What's wrong?" Barry worriedly asked.

"I'm untying the ungrateful idiot who doesn't know how to keep quiet in our serious situation." Amber sneered.

"Wait a minute. Untying who from what?" I said in a tired and lazy voice.

"Ashton, duh. You're all chained to blocks of concrete." Amber replied. "How do you not see that?"

"Well, I can't exactly turn my back and leisurely check if my leg is okay while laying down. Do you know how hard it is to do with your shoulder-blade missing a whole clump of meat?" I emphasized.

"What in the world are you taking about, Marissa?" Barry asked, sounding disturbed.

"My shoulder is bleeding like hell but I'm more concerned about why Amber isn't chained up and we are." I mumbled.

"I escaped from the cell That I was kept in with Leyna and Veronica but we weren't as badly tied up as you guys 'cuz we were closer to the slaughter house. We split ways after the aliens with double-chins started chasing us." Amber explained, but only making us more confused.

"I suppose all of that makes due to the things that I've seen bu-"

"AAAHHHH! PLEASE, NOOOO!"

I was interrupted by Leyna's horrified scream. Amber struggled and struggled with untying us all but in the end, she left and ran for Leyna.

"What are you doing? If you run off, there's a higher chance that both of you will get killed. Besides, don't just leave us here. And Marissa will probably bleed to death, too." Ethan acknowledged.

"Well what if there's a higher chance of surviving because I'm the most skilled at martial arts? You will be rescued by either me or Veronica, I promise. And Marissa's strong enough to hold onto life, despite being energy-deprived and having such a big wound." She ran off. And soon, I was back to seeing black.

This time, it wasn't about my squad being tortured or anything like that. This time there was a white path surrounded with black with me and Amber on the the two ends. Amber gave a gentle smile and waved goodbye as she turned her back on me, as I stood there with tears rolling down my cheeks.