I awoke to the sound of water dripping, shaking my head and opening my eyes, which gazed around, the room was cold and cement, a cell of some sort, my arms ached horridly, when I attempted to move them, a jingling sound could be heard.
I realized a few seconds later, that my wrists were chained to the wall above my head, I groaned quietly to myself, 'I am never going to leave this place, am I?' I thought bitterly to myself, I felt terrible, the ache in my arms was nearly as bad as the ache in my head.
That hurt the worst, it felt like someone had hit me over the head with a sledgehammer, then let me fall to the ground and hit a rock; Hearing the sound of footsteps, and lifting my head quickly, I saw, through the bars that were across from me, a person walking by, I couldn't tell who it was, since they were shadowed by the cold place I was kept.
But it looked to be a boy, but not a young boy, an older boy. "Hey!" I hollered hoarsely, hoping that he hadn't already left this place, but he didn't answer, so I just hung my head with a deep sigh. "Yes?" I jumped inwardly and whipped my head back to the bars, there he was, standing there with his hands in his jean pockets and a tilted, questioning, head.
"Can you help me?" I asked, though I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't since my voice was horribly hoarse and with the mud and water covering my clothes, my hair knotted, I looked like the caged animal I acted like earlier, or was it yesterday? When was that...
"Umm... Okay." He finally said, sounding nervous, I saw him look around, then step closer to the bars, from the barred window above my head, that let in a small amount of light, I could see his appearance, he had short-cut black hair and blue eyes, he looked to be around 15, or 16.
"Thank you." I breathed in a barely audible tone of voice; He turned and disappeared around an invisible corner from what I could see, I heard his footsteps shuffling around and moving from place to place in slow, lazy movements.
Like as though he was taking a long time to look at or for something, then the footsteps picked up and he was around the corner again, this time with a pair of jingling keys, he unlocked the barred door, then pushed it open towards me, and walked in, and slowly, stepped towards me.
And reached over, as though I were a dangerous animal, or a sleeping bear, and unlocked the first chain, which was for my left wrist, that fell onto my lap, then my other, after they were down, I rubbed my wrists, which were bruised and bleeding.
"Sure, can you get out from here?" He asked after a few seconds, scaring me, I had forgotten that he was standing there... "I think so." I said, then cleared my throat, it was still horribly sore and hoarse.
After that, I stood slowly, to my surprise I had no trouble standing or walking, so I stepped towards the bar door, with the boy following. "What's your name?" He asked just as I stepped out from my prison. "Zetta Arrosa." I said slowly, my voice sounding a little better, but was very dry.
"I'm Michael Arson." He said, and walked in front of me, then disappeared down the dark corridor.
