Unraveling Time

Chapter 7

      I have a restless night, sitting in the chair the whole time---if it's even night. I don't even know what day it is. I don't know how long I've been out. My legs and arms are cramping, with them being in the same spot. I try to stretch them, but no use. They won't budge.

      I get bored and fiddled around my hand under the strap, and see that the strap has been torn a little bit. But before I could do any thing, the same guy from yesterday walks in. He looks  like he's filled with anger, but has a dead, serious face when he walks in. He goes up to me, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I can feel his breath on my face. I turn my face to the side. He hold my chin and forces it so I look at him.

"Don't touch me!" I grit my teeth, trying to hide my panicking.

"1. Dont. Tell me what to do. 2. Listen to me with whatever. I. Say." He hisses

"You don't know me. And you can't control me."

"Looks like you didn't eat your food. I need you alive. So eat." He says stirn voice, changing the topic.

I just ignore him. He really is an idiot. He turns around, leaves, and locks the door again. Right as he leaves, I start moving my right hand more and try to make the rip bigger. My stomach rumbles, and makes me cramp more, but I ignore it.  I try to rub the strap against the metal of the chair, making my pale wrists red. But after trying,  and trying, the rip finally got a tab bigger. My heart lifted when it happened. I tried more and more. Than finally I got it a about half way ripped. My wrists felt like they where bleeding. But I just felt like I had to get out. I don't know why. I don't really have anyone. And im not really afraid of death. Just something....is telling me to get out.

      I pull my hand as hard as I could. Pain shoots up my arm. But so does my hand. The strap breaks in half, I sigh In relief as I'm able to stretch my hand, and move it so it's not cramped. I use my free hand and reach over to my other hand and try to free that one.

    It takes about an 1 hour till I'm able to get all the traps off of my legs and arms. When I'm finally done getting all the straps off, I feel weak and tired and collapse into the chair. After I gathered myself, I stood my wobbly legs up, and walked across the room and tried the door. Of course. Locked. I get a little uneasy and sit back down in the cold seat and wrapped the straps on. To make it look like I'm strapped in, and what for the time to be right.