Senseless

saviors

It was dark. I didn't know where I was, but the floor was concrete. So was the wall I was attached to. The room obviously didn't have heat, and the metal on my wrists were sucking all the heat from my body. I had a thumping sensation going on somewhere in my fuzzy brain, and only a slight recollection of the last twenty four hours.

All I remembered was Nash, aiming his gun at the car and having another guy aiming at him. I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed that both missed. It would have been ideal if the other guy missed and Nash's bullet hit home, but that obviously didn't happen.

The room had a certain stench that I couldn't quite place my finger on, like the energy had been sucked out with a vacuum cleaner and all that was left was the eerie, eye-watering stench. I felt weird, like I wasn't alone, but there was no scuffling sounds or the sound of breathing. To be fair, I couldn't exactly hear anything over the sound of my pounding heart. My back was killing me, no matter how hard I tried to find a better position.

The sound of a door opening boomed in my ears, communicating through the terrible silence in the room with an earsplitting bang. I stayed quiet, hoping they couldn't see through the dark either and wouldn't be able to find me. I stayed still, holding my breath and wishing the wall could swallow me up.

But the light from another room streamed in and I looked around for the first time to see three or four men gathering around a lump.

The lump was wearing a suit.

He looked like a stale loaf of bread, being dragged out of the room. With his absence, I lost the sensation of feeling watched. I felt alone again, but the feeling was so comforting compared to the horrifying body lying there. Before the door shut, I got a glimpse of the corpse's face.

It was my dad.

A choked sob left my throat and I collapsed against the wall. No tears came out. I felt my skin, feeling the disgustingly still way it didn't bounce back when my finger left my arm. I was dehydrated. Still, the sobs didn't need the fuel from my tears and tore from my throat loudly. Someone hit the door, probably annoyed by the sound, but a bloodcurdling wail left my throat and the boot on metal couldn't be heard.

How had my life boiled down to this in less than two weeks? I felt like I was still at Jagger's, messing with my little sister and her boyfriend. Too bad he was a terrible human being. I heard footsteps moving back and forth outside and voices and bit my tongue to stop from making another sound.

My eyes were slowly adjusting to the impossible, empty blackness. I looked at my chains to see than I still couldn't see them, only feel them. Biting my lip, my numb fingers fumbled blindly until I found a key hole. My other hand moved on the ground for anything, a bobby pin or a loose piece of thin metal. Remembering the homecoming dance in which I was before this happened, I felt my hair and took a bobby pin out. I pried it into the right shape, remembering the way my cousin in Greece had taught me years ago. He and I had always gotten into trouble together, but it was always worth it.

I inserted the bobby pin into the lock, putting the other part into the bottom and twisting slowly and gently. A small click was heard, and I quickly did the same for my other cuff before rising on shaky legs. They'd confiscated my boot, sadly, and my bare feet felt disgusting on the dirty floor, but I hopped quietly over beside the door.

Considering there were guards, I figured the door was unlocked. I heard a few pairs of footsteps, though, and knew I couldn't beat all of them.

My calculations went to wasted when I heard someone fumbling with the knob and it slowly turned on my side as well. Readying myself, still weak and shaking, I waited for the person to appear and then launched myself at him.