Nightmares

Chapter 8

Hell. They're in hell.

"Yup! I don't know how much clearer I can put that." He grinned.

"That's fine. I can find them myself." I started walking towards the doors but he grabbed my arm.

"Wait!" His grip was too strong and his nails started sinking into my skin. It felt like a thousand bees entered my body and stung my insides. The pain spread to my entire body. He was poisoning me. Everything was going black.
"I'll help you get there!"

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A cell. I was trapped in a cell. I didn't know how long I'd been down there but I looked like I'd been starved for weeks. I could see my rib cage right through my skin and almost gagged at the sight. I was dressed in a type of hospital gown that made me feel small. If it had been weeks, I would've been too late to save Lily, and whoever else he took.

I scanned my surroundings. There was blood covering the concrete floor and the window revealed the crimson sun.

I looked across from me and saw another cell. There was a person cradling themselves. They were also dressed in a hospital gown. I stepped closer to the cell bars to see who it was. I put my hand to the bar and it burned like I put my hand on a stove. I stared at the burn, screaming in pain. I watched the steam curl above it. It smelled like cooked bacon. I gagged again.

"You can't touch the bars." the person whispered. I'd recognise that voice anywhere.

"Lily?" I felt hope shoot through my body. "Oh my gosh! You're still alive! Are you okay?" I sounded weak.

"I'm fine," she said,"you're the one who's in pain." she said, her back to me.

"It's just a burn-" I began.

"Look down, Malika."

I stared at my skeletal figure. The gown was full of blood. I checked my body for cuts and realised that I had lost blood from Lucifer's nails cutting my skin. It must've been really deep. That's why I was so thin and weak.

"Lily, I'm fine. How do we get out of here?" I asked. I searched the cell for any sharp object to open the the lock with.

"We can't. Even if we get out of the cell, we can't leave." Lily said. She sounded so hopeless and tired.

"Come on, Lily! We need to get back to Mother and Lina!" I screamed.

She turned her head to me and I stared in horror. She was bony and pale. Her face was bloody. Her lips were purple. And her eyes, oh, her eyes were dead; lifeless. That vibrant black full of curiosity and adventure was gone, replaced by a dull grey death. I was too late. She was (and still is) a lost soul that belongs to hell.

"No one can escape hell!" she screamed, tears mixing with the red on cheeks.

There was a loud bang and I felt goosebumps cover my entire body. Lucy appeared in front my cell.

"Good! You're awake," she clapped in joy,"I have a surprise for you!" She opened the cell and pulled me along.

Does she really think I won't try to escape?

She opened a heavy door that I knew I could never open in my state. It lead to a large room filled with the same crimson light. The floor looked like human muscles and I felt it on my bare feet.

"Daddy!" Lucy cried.

"She's awake," Lucifer announced," I can finally help you see your family again! Right this way..."

I followed him into a room that was brightly lit by a white light. It seemed blinding after being in the dullness. I focused my eyes untill I could make out a chair in the middle of the room.

"What is that?" I asked.

He looked flabbergasted. "Agh, can't you see her?! She's sitting right there on the electric chair!"

Electric chair?! Who? How? Why?

"Oh, hush that little mind of yours and enjoy the show!" he smirked.

There she was, my mother, in the chair.

"No! No, let her go! Please, she didn't do anything!" I cried, trying to reach her. Lucifer held me back. I was too weak; too tired. I was hopeless.

The first one shot through her and I could only watch her in pain. All I did was watch her in excruciating pain, screaming my name in agony.

"Malika! Malika, help me!"

I was giving up because I was too tired. I had never felt too tired to give up. I've always been too scared to give up. I'd have to face the consequences of giving up. This is the consequence; the price I have to pay.