My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 24

The only way I could count the days in here was when a guard brought me food, once a day. So far it's been four days. Four fucking days. I feel as though I'm losing a little bit of my sanity. I want to get out, I want to see Ean--I want to see Ean more than I want this stupid food. I kicked over the tray spilling it all over. I can barely see anything and I'm pretty sure I just sat in my mashed potatoes, or whatever it was.

"Let me out!" I continue to scream but my voice has gone since early this morning's scream-fest.

Three more days passed and it reeks of piss, sweat and stale food. I'm ready to get out, I'm ready to get out of this stinking clothes and ready to see sunlight. I can't take it anymore, I can't...

The door opens. For the first time in seven days--one week, I see Eric.

I put my hand in front of my eyes to block out most of the sun. I don't say anything to him. I'm too weak and I haven't eaten anything. I've lost weight that much is obvious because my pants that were once loose are now tight.

"Trying to kill yourself now? Is that what it's come down to? Where's the fight in you, Elena?"

"You killed Elena." I look away from him. "There is no more fight," I whisper.

"Not even for Ean? He misses you. I came here to let you come back, but what's the point if you've given up?"

"Ean," I shoot my head up at Eric, his arms crossed. "Let me see Ean. Is he okay? I want to see him, please." I try to stand up but I'm far too weak to prop myself up on anything but my knees.

Eric huffs and unlocks the stall. He grabs onto me and cradles me in his arms. I don't have the strength to resist so I don't bother fighting him. He carries me to our place. Or what was. He sets me in the tub and starts the water. "Clean up. The sooner you do the sooner you'll see him."

I can't find the strength to even take my own clothes off my body as the water begins to run, mud and dirt turning the water brown. I sit in the tub not bothering to take my clothes off, because I can't and I reach for the soap but can't gather the strength to actually rub it deep enough on my skin. I let out an estranged sob loud enough for Eric to hear. I didn't want his help...but I need his help.

"What?" He opens the door and stands there with his hands on his hips.

I feel as though I'm about to pass out, all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep. Exhausted, malnourished and dehydrated. "I can't," I breath out. A single tear falls from my eye, I didn't like feeling this helpless, never have. I'm not looking for Eric's attention especially not after what he's been doing to me, especially leaving me in that god forsaken cave.

"Oh. I know. I was just getting the bed ready. Let me uh... help you." Eric mumbles and fidgets feeling out of element.

I put my arms on his shoulders as he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts up leaving my chest exposed. I look down to see my ribs sticking out...they didn't do that before. My whole entire body was dirty and I no longer felt embarrassed of Eric stripping me naked. "Is Ean okay?" I croak out as Eric grabs a bar of soap and starts lathering my arms gently.

"Shhh" He attempts to soothe me. "Yes, he's perfect. He misses you. Just relax. It's all okay now."

"I miss him," I close my eyes focusing on the touch of Eric's hands on my bare body. "Don't send me to that place again," I say so softly I'm not even sure if he heard me or not.

"If you didn't...if you didn't...if you didn't leave me you wouldn't have to in the first place. It's protocoll here Elena. I would much have rather you been here with us." He shook his head briefly and then continued to scrub grime off my body, making his way down.