Random Thoughts

No Happy Ending

When you wake, there is a moment of peace. In that moment, you forget everything: your problems, worries, pain and suffering fall away. But for me, it was ONLY for a moment. Then it all came back to me. My closest friend had betrayed me, just because there was a bit of extra cash in it. Everyone I loved had abandoned me, calling me the liar. I'd been broken and cut down be everyone I thought I could trust.

I opened my eyes, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it had all been a dream. Maybe I wasn't shackled to a chair, and maybe he didn't betray me. But I knew it was false hope. Nothing can ever be happy, this much I've learned. At least, not in my profession.

When I opened my eyes, I expected to see the same room as before. That is, I expected to see plain grey walls without a single streak on them, a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, white tile floors, and my wrists and ankles shackled to my stick straight chair. And that's what I saw. What I wasn't expecting was instead of the grey wall in front of me like before, there was a window. It stretched from floor to ceiling, and the room behind looked just like mine.

The only difference was what was in that room. There were ten chairs, each about a foot apart. The chairs were like mine, and they all had sleeping people in them. It only took me half a second to realize who most of the people were. First I noticed my mom, then my sister, then my dad. There was also Jacob, Sarah, Samantha, Austin, and two strangers and a baby.

My heart sank when I realized what was happening. I wanted to scream, to call out to them, but I couldn't even make a sound. I tried to kick, to punch, to break free, but all I could do was stare in horror at the sight in front of me and wonder what would happen. Tears started to fill my eyes, I was completely helpless. I couldn't save them, I felt like I had failed. I should be able to protect them, but I can't. I can't lose them again. Not to mention the innocent strangers and child! They shouldn't have been brought into this. I'm putting innocent lives in danger. This is all my fault.

"Hello, Deary. As you've probably noticed, you have a few new cell mates. Don't worry, they can't see you. But that's alright, isn't it. Why would they want to see their captor, I know I wouldn't."  Tears streamed down my face as I heard what The Voice was saying over the intercom. They all thought this was my fault, but why should they trust me when I only ever kept secrets? How could I have been so stupid.

"Oh don't cry, Deary. Soon they won't have to worry about you... or anything else for that matter. You know why? Because corpses don't have problems!" I felt like screaming. I was paralyzed in my seat and couldn't protect the ones I loved most. "Oh, don't worry. You can stop this. I'll tell you the rules of the game. My evil little henchmen will come into your room and fix your voice. Then, you will tell me what I need to know. The catch is, if you don't tell me, then I will kill everyone in that room one by one. I'll make you watch as they slowly bleed out. I'll make you hear them scream. And their pain will be in your hands."

The men came in, but I didn't hear a door open or a hatch closing. I never once saw them, but I could hear their heavy breathing and footsteps. Then came the pinching, nerve wrenching pain. They removed something from my neck slowly, obviously relishing my pain. When the pain finally ceased, after what seemed like years, I yelled out. Maybe they could hear me on the other side. But all I got in response was laughs from The Voice.

"Like I said, Deary, they can't hear you. Now, time to start playing our little game. "

"This isn't a game, and I don't know why you think I'm going to play."

"Because if you don't, everyone in that room will die slowly and painfully. Really, dear, I thought I already explained this."

I nearly started crying again. I couldn't have more blood on my hands, especially when I could've prevented it. I can barely live with myself as it is. "Alright," I said with defeat heavy on my voice. "I'll play. What do you want to know?"

"You should've been able to guess, dear, but I guess you just aren't as smart as I thought. How dissapointing."

"Please just tell me, I'll tell you anything. Just let them all go, please!" I have never begged before, but I can't let more people die because of me. Especially not my family and friends.

"I was just having a big of fun, but alright." The Voice chuckles. "I want to know where the agency took the girl."

I never knew about a girl at the agency, we never had any as clients. There weren't even any female agents, aside from me. "What girl?"

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick. Tock. You're wasting time, dear. Guess who is going to die first. How about Samantha? Or maybe Austin?" The Voice hesitated, then said "The baby."

I fought against my restraints and yelled as a man in a clean, completely white uniform comes into the opposite room. "I don't know what girl you are talking about," I cried. "Please don't hurt that baby!" I continued to struggle and plead, but the shackles wouldn't budge. When I look back up, the baby is awake in her chair. She looks terrified but isn't quit making a sound yet.

" Her name is Elizabeth, isn't she a cutey? She just turned two. It's a shame her mother will never see her again. You have thirty seconds to tell me where the girl is or Elizabeth dies. Your time starts now."

"No please don't hurt her you can't I don't know what girl you are talking about!"

"...23. 24. Tick, tock, deary, tick tock."

"Please I don't know I swear don't hurt her please!" Tears are again streaming down my face.

"...15. 14. 13. Time is running out!" The man in White begins walking towards Elizabeth. When he gets there, he sits her up. In her chair.

I watch in horror as he places the blade on her neck. Elizabeth begins to cry, and it breaks my heart. "I don't know," is all I can get out of my mouth.

"...3. 2. 1. Times up, dear. Watch your masterpiece." The man in White slides the blade across Elizabeth's neck. It's not deep enough to kill her instantly, but her fate is so much worse. My mind goes numb as I hear her scream, but I can't look away. She sits in the chair, writhing around and screaming for her mommy. Blood spurts and drips from her open wound for so long. The floor wasn't perfectly white anymore, the wall behind her is speckled with blood, and my heart has broken into a thousand pieces.

"Wasn't that a delightful show, Deary? Her screams were made of pure terror. Imagine it, she's been away from her mommy for nearly a week. She was kept isolated in a white room without any food, water, or toys. And then she had to go through all that pain. That's so much more than any two year old should have to deal with. Why, I almost pity her. Except not, because sociopaths feel no pain. Shall we continue our little game, dear?"