Chapter Nine- Fire

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TTO- Fire

I probably am overreacting, but I don't care. I feel my self being dragged to the ground onto my knees in a wave of exhaustion. I'm not sure how clear it is, but the boys are all bodybuilders compared to me. Even September. 

I hear Finn chuckled at me as he took a tarp out of his bag and spread it out on the ground. It was a rather large sheet thankfully, and we all managed to fit on it and have enough room to sprawl out. It wasn't as soft as the bed at September's house, but it was better than at the Institution. It only took seconds for me to fall into darkness.

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Moments later I find myself back at the cold-hearted, oversized dog crate. I'm not inside it though, it is as if I'm am floating around the ceiling, much like a security camera or watch guard in a tower. Solitude reeks in the atmosphere as I study the all-too-fimilar room. It only takes a matter of seconds before I realize I can see myself through the bars.

I can't help but notice how sickly gray my skin appears. I guess I've never really had a chance to ever look at myself, and I'm kinda glad I haven't until now. My whole demeanor paints a picture of misery as waterfalls pour out of my eyes as onto the cold floor. Strained hicups and sobs bounce off the walls as release them into the atmotsphere. I know exactly which day this is and I couldn't be more horrified.

I long to break free of my statue stance, but my conscience refuses to let me go. My body stays glued to my position on the ceiling. I can't do this. Let me free! I have to save myself befo-

I am cut off from my thoughts as the loud clomping if boots fill the air. My whole body goes rigid as I watch myself stand up and wipe the remaining droplets from my eyes. My shoudlers lay limp at first, but then my stance slowly becomes more proud.

Don't do it. Don't do it, Autumn. I silently beg myself. I can feel my palms growing clamy and my breath hitch.

I cringe as I see Keres slowly open the lock to my door with a loud creek. I was about to make one of the biggest mistakes in my life. Never lash out.

I could see the visible anger eating away at my facial expressions, contorting them into pure bitterness. No.

Just like that, the door clicks open and I lounge for Keres with what little strength I had. No! I mentally screamed as I tackle him, clawing at his white uniform. I was so stupid. Why? Just why? I feel my heart ache for what I know happens next.

Keres isn't even knocked back a step. Instead, he grabs me by my neck and slams me against the wall. Just as I remember, I release a high-pitched yelp and my bones let a loud crack against the steel wall. I remember everything I was feeling then: Pain, fear, and most of all regret. Now, all of those dominate feelings are biting away at me again, this time worst than before. At least then I didn't know what was to come.

Once again, I tried to move because right now I would do anything to save myself from what was to come. Anything. Yet once again I am constricted to my invisible position. I watch in building terror as I see Keres snatch my arm so tightly that my hand turns red. He then started to storm down the corridor with me still captured in his claws. He makes a rough turn and yanks open a door before shoving me inside like a rag doll.

Suddenly, my stance changes and I am now viewing the room I was previously thrown in.

No. No. No. NO! Get me out of here now! I scream at the conscience and beg for escape. Sadly, i find myself still stuck, plastered to the ceiling corner.

The room had the dimensions of an exact cube. Harsh chemicals intoxicated my lungs with every breath. Even though I wasn't actually there, all of the painstaking senses were still in effect. Tiny fires were lit inside my nose and throat as I tried to limit my breathing; however with my panic setting in, I found it incredibly difficult. Every inhale was the blade slicing my flesh, every exhale was ripping the weapon out. I finally gave up on calming my breathing, it was honestly no use. My chest rose rapidly, unfortunately that only caused my body to be abused more.

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