runaway baby → minizerk

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12:40pm:

My eyes glimpse open seeing nothing but darkness. I go to wipe my tired eyes but I must have forgotten that my hands are tied tightly to a strong pipe on the wall. I yank and pull with all the energy I had left making noises of discomfort in the process. "Good morning princess." An unknown voice called, my attention drew to the shadowed figure in front, which I didn't know was there until this second. "-W-Who are you?" My heart jumped into my throat when the figure approached painfully slow my breathing became rapid and I kicked away getting as far from the person and as close to the wall as possible. My hands were clammy but I couldn't wipe them as the person spoke with an evil tone in his voice. "Oh me? Well, you can call me an insane mental patient who needed to take out their strong anger and hatred. You just happened to walk straight into my trap. In which you walked straight into a danger you don't understand... Became a victim though one mistake." It's almost as if I could see the evil smirk plastered across his face through the dullness in the room. His warm breath washed over my face making me cringe immediately. Tears spilled from my watery eyes when I realized there was no way out of this. I was well and truly trapped. "Listen here, you're going to be here a while, so, I'm going to tell you how this is going to go," his voice was strong but quiet making it even more terrifying "you get one cup of water a day, just so you don't die but you do suffer. That's pretty much it. You will sit here in silence. Until you die I suppose. I'm not letting you go. But if for some reason you get out, if you tell anyone about me, I will ram this dagger straight through your heart without a second thought." Then anger was thickly enlaced with his words coming out strong though clenched teeth. I gulped as I felt the cold metal on the exposed skin on my neck covered in goosebumps. I didn't make a sound as my life literally depended on it. "Good boy." The item against my throat was taken away and I let out a shaky breath as the figure turned away. "Have a drink." I felt a cup pushed up against my lips as he turned back. I felt the water slip down my throat, there was only a little bit in the cup but just enough to keep me alive. "Great, now, goodnight." Suddenly a sharp pain struck across my cheek leaving me in a state of another blackout. Again.

3:36am:

The repeat of earlier. It's exactly the same. I opened my eyes forgot I was stuck and tried to escape. I realized my nose was bleeding, a pool of blood right next to me. "Simon.." I heard a far to similar voice with made me freeze immediately. "-J-Josh?" I asked hope bubbling in my stomach. I turned my head and Josh sat right next to me. "Listen Simon, baby, I miss you." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me close however I felt nothing. I was slightly shocked. Then I thought... Josh isn't here. He's at home with the rest of the sidemen. I hesitantly lifted my shoulder and touched his chest, still feeling nothing. Is he a ghost? A spirit? A sign? Josh's mum's side had visions maybe they are making some sort of link to me? Not that I know anything about that despite it even ever being humanly possible. "I miss you too. So much." I leaned in slightly. "I'm stuck, Josh. I want to come home. But I can't. There's no way out." I cried tears streaming down my face. "Listen who ever trapped you in here can get in and out, if they can, you can." He stood up breaking all contact with me. This mentally hurt me, I may not be able to feel him but his attendance made me feel safe. I yearned for his comfort, I craved for his voice. "Josh!" I cried half shouting half whispering. He turned and started to walk away. "Josh!" I spoke slightly louder. My raspy voice breaking at the lack of water and the tears clouding my eyes. Then I wiped my tears on my shoulder. Looking back up, he was gone.

It was true what he said, though, if the shadowed figure could get out and in so could I. I turned and observed the wall which my hands were tied to. The pipe ran all across the dimly lit room, however, a sharp bit sticking out caught my eye. I shuffled across, back flat against the wall and over to the sharp bit. Little did I know, that the pool of blood I left from my nose bleed, was right next to me... I slipped on it whacking my head plain against the wall. Well done Simon. You clumsy son of a bitch. The impact knocking me into my third blackout of the day. I may as well ram that dagger into myself right now. Let's face it; I'm dying here.