They Put Me In A Fake Coffin

Chapter 2: One doze to escape reality

            He walked in with two big muscly men, they ran closer to me and someone put a cloth on my face causing everything in front of me to be very blurry, and felt like everything  is upside down, leading me to pass out. Later I woke up, feeling severe headache, like my head was open in half, I had bruises on my arms and my back was numb, I had no idea what happened and again I sat there with millions of questions running through my mind.

I heard the door open, and Sam walked in with a mirror. Why on earth will he have a mirror? How self-centered is he. “Are you gonna kill me?” I asked.  “Kill you? Not unless you want me to” he laughed.” I have no problem killing you but the guys here want you alive.” He said sounding unpleasant with the fact that they don’t want to end my life. What have I done to make him hate me so much?  “What’s gonna happen later then? Are they gonna keep me here forever”  I asked trying so hard not to show my fear. “before I answer anything, I wanna show you something” he answered. what could he possibly show me? He came closer and pulled my hair to the side. “ see this? This tattoo.” He paused taking a breath and then continued. “is our symbol” he sighed. I stared at it, shocked. This isn’t how I wanted my first tattoo to be like, I immersed myself in solitude, even if I get out here, I will still remember by looking at it. This explains why he had a mirror.. I ate the food he got me as I was starving..  woke up the next day not sure how I slept or what happened, all I could remember is me laughing hysterically and staring at the mirror that sam left and my eyes were HUGE. Why was I laughing? Im sure not in the laughing mood.

Sam walked in “we will let you be free, well not literally. You are one of us, now come, I will show you what you will do” he said. he came and unlocked my handcuffs. I felt like a toddler who just learned how to walk, my body is numb. I didn’t walk in like 3 days. When he opened the door and we walked out to the house, there was light and I couldn’t open my eyes. “you haven’t seen light in a while” he laughed. I didn’t find it funny, my eyes were teary the light seriously felt like it burns.

I walked in to find a bunch of people, full with tattoos and piercings. Almost all of them had cigarettes and bottles of wine in their hands, am I going to end up like them? “ well hello alex” a man ive never seen said welcomed me.

“is she ready?” he asked Sam.

 “Yep” he responded, popping the p.

“what am I ready for?” I asked. They ignored me. Im sick of this, I have no idea whats going on I have millions of answers but no one helping. “ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WTF IS GOING ON?” I shouted at him making everyone around me stare.

 “Well Miss. We had put drugs in your food you will see in a few hours, you will be begging us for drugs.” He said looking straight into my eyes. Why. Now I understand why I was laughing, I was high. All I could wonder was why? Why do they want me to be a drug addict? What have I done? I don’t know any of the people here. I broke down in tears. Everyone around me laughed when a guy said “you will get used to it”

 “anyway, this is what you will do.” Sam said, I looked at him waiting for him to continue. “You got a laptop with a camera, you go on chatting rooms and you seduce people, they’ll have to pay for a private video chat with you” he continued waiting for my answer, though I don’t have a choice after all. “That’s it?” I asked. Acting as if its no biggie. “nah, that’s just the beginning” he paused while looking around, later he was holding some bag and gave it to me.

“ You will ALSO go around and sell these drugs to stupid teenagers who will pay a lot for it, and when someone sees you, you shoot.” He said it as if its so simple, a murderer?  thats what they’re gonna make me? That’s what I’ll be? Kill innocent souls?

He walked away, I pulled him back and said “Its funny how you say kill as if it’s drinking water” … “its EASIER than drinking water” he grinned and walked away to the couch where his friend gave him  a bottle of wine. “want some?” he asked. “Ill pass” I responded. I went to sleep in my so called “room” they still don’t trust me enough that’s why im put in a room with a window that doesn’t open

I saw the bag that Sam gave me, and I took a small doze and in a while a sudden shiver of excitement shot through my body, colors I’ve never seen before, intense orgasmic rushing through my body, colossal euphoria, and extreme distortions in reality; the bed and closet were fusing together. I've dissolved into fits of uncontrollable maniac laughter, because in a single instant it can point out every single absurd aspect of reality.. Time was slowing down, every minute felt like hours..The walls crawl. I begin to recognize a weird pattern everywhere I see. I went into deep thoughts of everything around me, and about my life. I could see blood flowing when I stare at my hands..  

*Brandon’s P.O.V*

The cops told us that the last thing seen on cameras was Alex leaving happily with a guy in a black car, they couldn’t recognize the driver nor the number of the car since it had a black cloth or something and that she ran away with a guy, but my sister is much more mature when it comes to that, she’s 17 but she isn’t a stupid teenager. Im only a year older and I would never do that, I would never leave without saying goodbye. “don’t be sad Brandon for the sake of god, if she actually gave a shit she wouldn’t have given up on us for some guy!” My dad screamed at me. I didn’t want to believe she would do that.. but I will have to face the fact that she doesn’t want us. She put some guy over her family, who will be there for her when she gets heartbroken? I tried to barricade the road to truth.

 *AUTHOR'S NOTE*

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