The Proxy

Sunset

I was in pain the whole time he carried me to a different room, away from Naomi. I looked back and was actually worried, I don't think we'll be able to leave for a very long while. I'm sorry, I miserably failed us both...
In the room was a very old looking bed with barely any lighting in it. He placed me down on the bed and placed a rough blanket over me. The blanket scratched almost every part of my body, I wish I had my clothes back.
"This is where you'll rest until you can use your legs again and you calm down at least. Don't cause any trouble or you will regret it." The Tall Man told me, and I simply nodded.
The Tall Man left the room and shut the door, leaving only the sunlight that's slowly fading away and the dust that floated through the air to keep me company. The voices from before began to creep back in my mind again. Fuck. There was literally nothing I could do but to listen to them and somehow manage to rest. Whenever I tried to move my legs I would have to hold in a scream of pain in order to not alert anyone at all. I lied down in the uncomfortable position I was put in and accepted the fact that yeah, I'm stuck here like this whether I like it or not.

The voices weren't screaming anymore like they were before. Instead, they were just, laughing? Laughing at what? Who? Me? All I heard were giggles and whispers and it started to make me shake again. My arms shook violently as I stared blankly out the window and my neck twitched. What was happening? Why is this even happening?! I began hyperventilating again, all the giggles and whispers in my mind reminded me of very bad things from years ago. I shivered. Tears began to roll down my face and I held my arms to cover my ears.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT. UP.

I fucking screamed before throwing myself back down on the bed, completely sobbing as I did. Somewhere between all the giggling and whispering in my head, I heard some voice reassure me. "It's okay." It said. "Everything is going to be alright. I promise." I'm not sure if I actually heard it or if I was imagining it but after that, I dozed off. Somehow.

Later on, I woke up to the sound of arguing, banging, and crashing. My head pounded almost as loud as the banging I heard outside and my ears rang in such an incredibly high pitch that I thought someone had vibrating tuning forks by each side of my head. I couldn't tell what the hell those people outside were arguing about and I honestly could not care less in the state I was in. Just, pure agonizing pain. I looked outside, it was still about sundown to night time.

Did I just have like, a 5-minute nap? What the fuck??

I looked at the nightstand lit only by the little sunlight that was left, beside the creaky, hard bed I was lying on and saw a dusty glass of water and something wrapped in a napkin. I sat myself up, reached for the napkin, and unwrapped the thing to discover a cookie? It was odd to see an innocent cookie in a place like this, it showed some sort of humanity in a place where all of mine was stripped from me. I honestly even forgot cookies existed! I shrugged it all off and just chowed down on it immediately, drinking the dust-filled water right after since I found myself quite parched. It was only until I finished half the glass of water until I discovered that I was sitting on the bed with such little pain compared to before. Odd. I set the glass down and pulled a scratchy blanket away from myself, but above it I noticed a softer and warmer one. Huh? Who did this? With the sun slowly setting, I could barely see that the area where I supposedly had stitches were almost completely healed. How relieving.

Wait... How long was I actually out?