Destroying Fate

Chapter 6

I remember the cold, and the constant emptiness that suffocates me after the beatings I recieve from the... Demons? I don’t remember much of anything else. Should I remember more than that since being here? I’ve been in this cell for what seems like years. In reality, it has been maybe a few months. Being surrounded by darkness 24 hours a day doesn’t give me the reassurance that I will ever feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. When I see the sliver of light from the candles creep into my cell, I go in panic mode. Not again. I don’t know how much more I can take before breaking. Why am I still hanging on?

My wide eyes scour my surroundings for any sign of life. I find that I am indeed still in my room. The bone-chilling feeling returns teasing me, compelling make an escape. It isn’t safe here. It isn’t safe anywhere. I leap off of my bed and scurry into the hallway. I bolt down the stairs in a panic. I need to get out of here.

My mind is too jumbled up to allow me to think clearly. What the hell was that? Was that me? That’s impossible. It couldn’t have been more than a nightmare. After all, I have been stressed lately, with my impending death being four days away and all.

Not noticing where I’m going, I bump into a tall figure. A scream escapes my lips and I fall to the ground.

“Seph, calm down, it’s me.” A soothing voice says to me.

“Go away!” I shriek. I attempt to collect myself so I can make a run for it. Pathetic attempt really, because as soon as I gather enough strength to get up, I bump into the figure once more. They grab hold of my arm and drag me to their chest. I start to kick and scream, but am incapable of doing any damage.

“Sephey, it’s me. Damon.” The voice says.

I continue to squirm for a few more moments before giving up. Reaching for my sanity, I force myself to take some breaths.

“Shh, everything will be alright. I’m here now, you’re safe.” His reassurance doesn’t help much. But it does help me to realize that he is Damon, and not some creep from my nightmare that wants to lock me away for eternity.

Once I have maintained the fact that this isn’t all an illusion, and I’m safe, I start to cry. And cry, and cry and cry some more. Damon continues to keep me enclosed in his arms. I just want to stay here and be lost in his arms forever.

“I wish we could stay like this. Being able to run off for ice cream, and stay up late watching movies together like yesterday.” I say with a sigh.

He looks at me cautiously and pauses, as if I am going to bolt at any moment, not loosening his grip on me in the slightest.

“I know.” He says, and continues to rub my back in a circular motion.

“So what happened?” He asks with a vigilant look.

I take in several more deep breaths to keep my cool before I give him a run-down of my nightmare. I almost assume he hadn’t heard me, seeing as he stays still.

“What could this mean?” He asks.

“What do you mean, what could it mean? It was just a nightmare. We are about to die! I’m stressed. That’s all!” I snap.

His hurt expression makes me feel terrible. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. He was just trying to make sense of things.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” I say.

“It’s okay. I don’t know what you experienced, but I don’t think it was just a dream. How could it be with all that has happened?” He says.

“It has only been two days for god’s sake. How does all hell break loose in such a short amount of time?” I groan.

“I don’t know. We will figure this out. We have to.”