Poison Letters

Chapter 27

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*Recap: Elizabeth got to meet quite a few people in the story so far. We have Connor, the boy who she seems to like but hate at the same time. There is The Devil, the man who is completely cloaked and apparently is a wizard? The little girl, Sally, who got killed but somehow is still alive and tends to appear in the forest every once in a while. Doll, Elizabeth's best friend who died mysteriously one day. "The Me girl", the girl who looks like Elizabeth who pulled her through the mirror and into a dungeon. So far Elizabeth has been pulled through a mirror into a dungeon one day after running away from her home. She headed towards the forest and stayed there for a while then The Devil found her and took her to Connor's house to stay over where she went into the bathroom and ended up in an old, smelly dungeon. She doesn't know who her captors are or what had happened but she does know one thing, she is terrified.

Dear you,

Was it Connor? Was it the Devil? Was it a stranger? I don't know.

After that small exchange of words we had, both of us retreated back to our sides of the cells. It was a very sad and dark cell.

Three walls surrounded me and the cell bars faced me. They were taunting me. Showing me what freedom was like then reminding me that i would stay locked inside.

It was unbearable.

It was dark and gloomy and to no extent pleasant. I found myself day dreaming of the day I get to get out of that hell hole. The day I get to breath fresh air and drink clean water.

I was mentally dying, withering away into nothingness.

I crawled toward the blackening cell bars, trying to squint through the darkness to try and see what was going on behind that emptiness.

Probably nothing.

I pressed my palms to the rough, hard ground and my knees scraped against the small rocks embedded into the ground. As I rested my weight onto my heels, I wrapped my hands around the disgusting metal infront of me and inched my face closer to it.

Nothing greeted me.

I breathed in the toxic air and licked my dry lips, hoping to get some type of moisture into them.

"Are you there," I whispered into the night.

Nothing.

My mind might've been bored and played tricks on me. Maybe I was alone. Maybe there was no one there. Maybe no one ever came in the first place. Maybe it was a decoy.

Maybe I was dead and this was hell.

I don't know.

"Connor?" I licked my lips again, "Devil man."

I heard a chuckle come from the other side. It was sort and sounded cheerful.

It sounded like it didn't belong here.

"I'm not alone," I whispered to myself, almost in disbelief.

A short, sweet laugh sounded from the far right corner of the opposite cell then I heard movement.

Someone, anyone, was here.

I wasn't crazy.

"Hello," came a rough, patchy voice. It didn't seem like it belonged to either laughes.

"Hi," I replied quickly.

I waited for this stranger to tell me something, or ask about anything, but he didn't. He kept quite as if expecting me to talk.

"I find that the darkness," the voice started but began to cough roughly and loudly. It sounded like this stranger might choke. After he calmed down a little, he continued, "it had become my close friend these past few months."

I moved my legs from under me and sat down on the ground, pulled my legs closer to my body and inched closer to the voice. I craved for this.

I wasn't crazy.

"I spent the last few months making a lot of enemies," he laughed then coughed lightly. "So many enemies that now, only darkness can be my friend."

I tangled my hand into my hair and bit my lip.

I wanted to get out of here.

"Cut the bullshit, man." I bit my lip again.

I heard nothing. It was quite funny actually. The guy was trying to be all poetic and shit and I just burnt his as*.

Poor soul.

"You're going to die soon, girly." I could hear him smiling while saying that sentence. He said it with so much reassurance and like he just knew it. He saw the future and knew my eventual fate.

I was going to die.

"Really?" I looked up at the dark, what I assumed to be a ceiling. "Well, we'll all die eventually."

He chuckled lightly. I smiled.

My empty stomach made a very strange sound and at that I clutched it tightly and pushed my hair off of my face.

I wanted to eat something.

"Are you hungry?" I heard the man shuffle on the ground beside me. Slowly getting closer to me.

I moved, silently, back. "No, just my stomach wanted to demonstrate a whale's mating call," I replied sarcastically.

I heard another chuckle from him and my mouth opened to ask something, that had been sitting at the back of my mind for a while, but then closed it shut again. He knew.

"Ask," He ordered.

"Who are they?"

I heard a sigh then heard clothes ruffling, as if he was trying to cool off his body. It was hot.

"Evil creatures."

Lightly stroking my aching stomach, I said, "Well, f*ck. I feel so much better, thanks man!"

"You asked," he replied laughing.

Somehow, along the way, the mood had lightened between us. In the cells, it didn't feel as bad as it had at the beginning.

Although we were probably going to be majorly f*cked up the as*hole at some point during our delightful stay in these beautiful five star accommodations, we managed to laugh at ourselves.

I wasn't crazy.

"I'm going to see bright lights soon, cell buddy." I closed my eyes imagining the bright, white florescent lights.

"Keep that in mind, girl." His voice got deeper and heavier. "Bright lights might not always mean freedom."

"F*ck freedom, I want to eat."

*Note: I'm literally dead sick and tired. Finally, I updated. Literally been 10 years! I moved and lost my phone and a lot of crazy a*s sh*t happened during this summer but I hope I can atlas finish this book.

A heads up; there isn't much left for the book. Maybe like 2 or 3 more chapters. I wasn't intending on making this a super long story since it's my first. Hope you guys enjoyed!

Sorry if there were any mistakes in the grammar, punctuation or spelling. I kinda suck at all of them and I don't have my editing program with me!