I sigh and pull my shirt down again, the ugly, dark purple stitches hold it together, my wounds have already to begin healing drastically, at least that part's good. My pain is now just aches.
I lift my shirt again to see my ribs wrapped and remember everything, I wish I could forget, and then I look at my right wrist, I slowly raise it up, not knowing if I want to see. But then it's not all that bad, the dotted bracelet, from the drill, breaks the skin so it just bleeds a tiny bit.
I relax and look at Taylor, she seems very flushed and in shock, also annoyed.
"What's up with you?" I look at her with concern, and Taylor raises her head to look at me, something dark in her eyes.
"I'm....not...a....virgin...anymore." Her face goes white like snow and I see recent moments pass in her eyes.
I gasp and close my eyes, she takes my hand, and I squeeze it to comfort her, since I can't really sit up. Taylor lies down beside the bed and smiles at this little bit of comfort. I can tell she hasn't been able to sleep lately because right after her smile, her hand loosens and she's goes into sleep, on my turned head, I smile and also drift away.
My dreams are filled with pain, screaming, Taylor crying and being whipped. Then my vision is dark around the edges, everything looks gloomy.
"NO! Don't, please!" I hear Taylor's desperate cries and race for the door, which is the only thing in this place of darkness, I fling it open and Taylor lies dead on the floor. Blood pooling around her.
I scream then wake up, startled, I spot Taylor in the same spot, and notice how thirsty and hungry I am.
"Meal time!" Pat bursts in and sets down to dishes and two small glasses of water.
I slowly get up and walk over after slowly and patiently removing my hand from Taylor's, so she doesn't wake up. I get to the small circular dishes to see that our meal is half a small cucumber and half a small carrot beside a tiny piece of cheese on each plate.
I pick up the 'meal' and glasses and set them between Taylor and the bed, she groans and rubs her eyes to open.
"How many meals a day do we get?" I sit on the edge of the bed that now feels like a luxury, and pat beside me so she knows to sit with me.
"One." She solemnly answers as she gets up and sits beside me.
"Do you still have your phone?" I doubt she would, but it's worth a try.
"No." Of course.
"Do you know where they put them." I continue.
"Sort of, they, well, kind of, um...smashed, them." She explains hesitantly, at this news I sigh and move on to the food.
"Have some food, I'm not really hungry, so you can have mine too, and there's the water." She reaches down and puts the first plate on her lap, Taylor digs in and gulps her water.
"Don't drink it that fast, you might feel sick if you do." Too late, but she looks at me and scarfs down both the plates of food while I sip at my water.
"I'm sorry! I just ate all of it! I'm so sorry!" She sounds so upset and I put down my empty glass, wait, glass!
"I have an idea!" I whisper excitedly, I don't anyone but her to hear.
She leans closer. " We break the glass, and at meal time, we stab Pat and then throw his body at who ever is next, then we stab them and two left. you'll take care of them." I smile and feel confidence and a taste of freedom.
I miss my room, friends, family, I used to take it all for granted, but I don't think I ever will again. Then I see the horrified look on Taylor's widened eyes.
"What?" This is our chance!
"Well, I don't want to kill anyone..." She shuffles her feet and looks at the floorboards.
"Well then stab their legs, then we search for the keys." I sigh and she brightens at this.
"Alright, lets do it!"
"One problem, what time do they come for meals, we will have to break the glasses as soon as the door opens." I explain and she thinks.
"Random times, sometimes in the morning, other times really late at night." She looks at me.
"I guess we'll just have to listen from them then." I scootch back and lean against the wall.
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Hope you're all having a great summer, please give me some critiques and advice! Sorry about how short the two previous chapters were. :)
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Kidnapped
ActionSixteen year old Claire Foster is taking a cool down walk from life, but life seems to be determined to have her and take her down. She is so absorbed in her thoughts that two mysterious people easily throw her on the pavement and drag her to a van...