Tower - A Darkiplier x JackSepticEye FanFiction

Escape?

The faint ringing of the bell. It reminded me that I wasn't dead. Three times a day I'd hear the sound. It mocks me. I don't want to be alive anymore. It's been about 5 days, and I'm still laying here. He hasn't come back since then. Since he did those things to me.

My wrists and ankles were hurting from being tied up, and I'm cold from not having any clothes on. So cold... I'd give anything just to feel warm. I'd give anything to eat something. To drink something.

I have to get out of here. I'm done with being abused and left here.

And that's when I stared at on single candle lit in the room. They'd usually be blown out when he leaves, but this candle was somehow still lit. "Is it possible to burn through rope?" I asked myself out loud. It's worth a shot.

I wiggle over to where the candles sat and work my way into a sitting position. "I'm probably going to get burned," I cringed as my tied up wrists hover over one of the candles, not close enough to burn through yet.

I lowered my arms so the flame was up against the rope. I tried to pull my wrists apart so I wouldn't be burned as bad.

After what seemed like a good hour, the rope looked thin enough to snap apart. I yanked my arms in opposite directions and the rope came apart. I rubbed my wrists, feeling so much more free. Then I proceeded to untie my ankles.

I stood up feeling a little wobbly. "Where can I go now though?" I dragged out my words wondering what I should do now.

One thing I know is that I need to stay away from Mark and the wardens. I can't get caught.

I grabbed my scattered clothing that were just thrown around. The shirt had some buttons missing and was slightly ripped, but other than that everything was okay to wear.

Then I headed out the door and didn't recognize where I was. It was a tunnel with torches lining the walls. It was freaky, and there were no other doors nearby, so I had to be quick getting out of here. I would have nowhere to hide if I get caught.

I started running down the hall, trying to make my steps light as to not make much sound. Then I come to a beaten up wooden door with my name carved all over it. Shivers go up my spine in horror as I push past the door.

It was a bedroom. It was a little dusty and broken, but it didn't seem as bad as everything else here. In fact, it seemed to good to be true. A huge bed with its own drapes, beautiful paintings hung all around, a nicely kept bookshelf, and a desk beside it.

Not wasting any time, I flopped onto the bed, taking in the softness. I wrapped myself in the covers, trying to get warmer. Then I saw the dresser in the corner.

There might be some warmer clothes and some socks, I smiled as I thought.

I hugged the comforter around me as I got up and walked over to the dresser. I opened the top drawer and found a black jacket, which I hastily threw on. However, I couldn't find any socks.

But I saw something shine under a few pieces of clothing. I picked up the large glass medicine bottle and inspected it.

There's no label...

I find that there are many bottle in the drawer that are filled with the same clear liquid. "This must be what they drugged us with..." I concluded. I then put a bottle in my pocket.

"You never know," I told myself as I walked over to the small, old bookshelf. Many random journals and books lined the shelves. Many of the books had a Gothic looking cover, and the journals were worn out leather.

I started to grab the journals, hoping to find some written entries on what's happening.

I laid the journals on the bed and sat down. Randomly I selected one and opened it up, anxious to see what was written. I leafed through the writing and was confused.

It's all the same writing, but it's a conversation between two people... I thought, furrowing my eyebrows.

Back and forth, they wrote to each other. One of them was going on saying that they'd protect the other, while the other was just apprehensive.

It was like a good book. The dialogue was amazing. Then the apprehensive one wrote; I will not let you keep doing this. I don't want you anymore. You think you're protecting me? You're ruining me. You won't come back, I won't let you!

Damn, what a drastic change in attitude. The other persons just trying to help. Maybe they were being overly protective or jealous? I don't know. But jeez, if this is between a couple, that's a little harsh.

I set the journal down, deciding that's enough of that. I decided to pick up another journal, hoping there'd be something pertaining to my situation.

It was another conversation between the same people, with the same handwriting.

(Authors Note; 1 and 2 are the different people speaking to each other)

1. You can't really ever get rid of me. I'm a part of your life. It's just how it is.

2. One day you'll be gone for good. I won't ever have to talk to you again, and I won't have to deal with you.

1. You'll regret saying that.

Okay, so one of them were being abused? That's probably it. I wonder what happened after this entry, it seems like the last entry that was written.

But none of this information helps me. All it did was give me some entertainment.

Honestly, I shouldn't stay here long though. The medicine in the drawer means that either Mark or the Wardens come here.

With that, I got up and put away the journals. "I don't even know where I am going," I said aloud, walking over to the door.

"I hope I can find something that can help me, or even find a way out," I put a hand on the door leading out of the bedroom and open it.

But hope is a prison, isn't it?

Authors note ~ I am loving what I'm coming up with right now. I wrote an extra long chapter to make up for my past lack of inspiration. I'm coming up with so many twists, ladies and gentlemen, care to make any bets on where this is heading? I have come up with something that even I wouldn't have expected a few months ago.

And the "Hope is a prison" part comes from another song I like, 'Gone With The Wind' by The Architects, if you're interested. And the picture I put in reminds me of what the castle would look like.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! Nikki out homie slices :)