Jamaica

Chapter Four

Cold.
Everything was so cold.
My body was stiff, I needed to move, to get back up but I knew pain wouldn't let me. I needed to open my eyes but fear screwed them shut. I carefully reached out to feel my surroundings; to feel anything but scorching pain shot out through my whole body but I wanted to be strong because these were the only situations that gave my the chance to be, so I tried my best to ignore it. I knew I was on the floor - I was so used to the cold stability it offered. I continued to feel around, my eyes still screwed shut for some reason. Soon, my fingers touched something, it was cold and smooth. It felt strange to touch to say the least... It almost felt like a hand, immediately, hope spiked from the bottom of my heart. I yearned for company, I never had a friend... I would've loved to have one but I would probably die at the hands of my Master. I mustered all the strength and courage I could and opened my eyes, I was sick of the darkness. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the basement, it seemed exactly the same as the first time I came in here... Focusing back to the task at hand I managed to turn my head to face what (or who, I hoped) was in the same predicament as I. It hurt immensely to move but I wasn't going to give up. Finally, my eyes rested upon a blonde haired girl but she seemed lifeless. Dead. I let out a raw, raspy scream and struggled painfully to scamper away from her. She was looking right at me, her dull brown eyes burning holes through my already battered body... Her neck was covered in dry blood and the skin was mangled and chunky in some places. She lay in a tattered white dress stained dark red; much like myself. It looked as though she had died in that same spot, her almost grey body seemed rigid and stiff; much like a porcelain doll. Sobs racked my body before I even knew I was crying. Never in my life had I felt so close to death. The idea of actually dying was becoming a bitter part of my reality. I was trapped and my Master was going to kill me before my time and I would end up just like the poor girl with dull, brown eyes that bore holes through my body which allowed fear to cripple me once again as I succumbed. My heart ached, the pain in my body was long forgotten, there was a dead girl right in front of me and I would soon be joining her. The tears kept coming nonstop and I felt like there was nothing I could do to stop them.