Choosing the Wrong Side

Chapter five

Chapter five

I really didn’t know what that smile meant, cause it was his Jeff the killer smile. “Should I be scared by your smile?” i asked him. “No, that’s just how I smile.” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying it was creepy, and it would just make a worse death knowing that his smile is uncomforting. “do you have a plan?” I figured he had one. “no I don’t but the way you asked if we could get out here alive made me smile. Look around you everybody who gets trapped here dies, I think it’s funny that you have hope in hell.” his voice was still a bit raspy, probably that beating really screwed his vocal cords up. When he turned around again I could see the marks on his back, it looked as if a large tiger clawed him, only once.  Ryan did only wack Jeffrey once, and once enough to make him pass out. “Why would I give up my hope, that’s all I really have left!” I slowly stood up and began my inspiring speech again. “Hope is all we have left, why should we give up now. Yeah we are 15 feet below the surface but I’m sure we can get out. Just because nobody ever got out before does not mean we can’t, we will outsmart Vanessa and Ryan and report this slaughterhouse madness to the police.” I looked around, my hands laid upon my hips, the hallway began to cheer and clap for me. Then the dead silence slowly came, I could see a thin shadow and a large shadow of two people. “Quiet peasants, you deserve no happiness here!” The sound of Vanessa’s voice roared and the snaps of the whip made me freeze but I still stood tall. “You!” shouted Vanessa, the tip of her finger pointed toward me, Ryan snapped the whip once more. “You need a doctor baby? you scared?” Ryan spat out the awful words. “Shut up about your stupid Asking Alexandria references!” Vanessa grabbed the whip straight out of his hand and repeatedly hit Ryan’s back. WACK! WACK! WACK! Blood was flying everywhere the cries of pain was horrifying, then Vanessa turned to me. “So I first hear you singing, next I hear you laughing and now I hear you are trying to escape. I don’t let people escape, your lucky enough that I didn’t kill you yet.” She opened the stall door and ripped me out. “Don’t hurt her!” yelled Jeffrey, “take me instead” Jeffrey finally stood up, he was shaking the iron bars rapidly. “Stop that! You’ll break it!” Jeffrey stopped, “just take me I’m half way dead anyway.” Vanessa scowled at Jeffrey, then push me to the floor of my stall and slammed the door shut. ‘I’ll just kill you both, but it’s almost midnight so I’ll do it tomorrow.” Vanessa walked away, Ryan crawled after her, he was still softly crying to himself, I felt bad for him he was only doing this to keep his life. I started thinking of what Jeffrey did for me, or atleast tried. Why would he want to save my life and let Vanessa take his? I started getting angry at him, I wanted him to live, “what’s wrong with you!” I shouted at him,”why wouldn’t you let me die!” He didn’t turn to me he just breathed heavily and put his head down. “Are you listening to me!” He just sat there, his back against the bars dividing us, it sounded like he was sharpening something. I sat down, I put my back against his, I just closed my eyes and just listened and thought. I’m going to die tomorrow, I’m going to die. The sharpening stopped and I heard Jeffrey grunting softly. He put down what ever he was sharpening, it was a rock, and there was blood on it. Jeffrey started crying loudly, I did too. “You know I find it as a release too” I whispered in his ear. I could feel his head rise, and he spoke to me, “life is hard, sometimes I feel that’s all I could do. I stubbed my toe once and my dad told me to bite my finger so i wouldn’t think of my toe, and they wonder why i cut myself. Do your parents know too?” I cried a little more, I had my knees to my head. “No, I hide them. I don’t want to risk getting picked on for it.” I sighed. “How did your family find out?” “My gym teacher found out when I took my sweatshirt off. I forgot I had new wounds, she sent me straight to the counselor. The counselor called my parents, and my life just got worse, I have weekly appointments with a counselor outside of school. I still go to her every Monday at four to five. I still haven't told anyone why I do it, but i don’t regret doing it, for it makes me feel happier. It’s like the whole stubbed toe thing.” Jeffrey’s voice was quiet soft, hurt. I was still questionable about why he didn’t let me die, so I asked him. “You still haven't answered my question.” The hallway was silent again, “I been trying to save you for a week now, all my actions were not too noticeable, so I thought I would save you by letting Vanessa take my life. But now she’s taking both of ours tomorrow.” said Jeffrey. I fell asleep on the bars, I was trying to accept the fact that I’m dying tomorrow.