C H A P T E R T E N
“life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” » helen keller
QUIETLY I stared at the wall as I heard pained screams.
I had absolutely no clue what to do.
Scream, my conscious told me.
Help him.
Instead, I sat there, my back against the wall, not a single twitch of an eye nor a cough or a sneeze or any movement.
Because maybe sometimes it's better to pause.
To pretend that everything bad in the world is a period. An end to a horrible, run-on sentence that keeps getting worst with every single character. That the little dot in the end of the phrase is all the sadness stopping.
Because it's better to feel nothing at all then to face the reality of life.
Then the noises came back.
"Shut up already, you're almost there,"
Then the metal door opened, and I got to see what was behind those walls.
A few cages, and a distressed Harry, who was thrown on the concrete ground, leaving him squirm in pain.
I watched.
He turned around while still lied down on the concrete, hand covering a bad wound that no doubtfully was the results of the gun. I watched as he groaned in pain, the blood causing a huge stain on his white shirt. He tried unbuttoning his shirt, which took a long time as his fingers were shaking and the buttons were messy. He finally unbuttoned it all the way, revealing his wound that made him looked like he was a lab experiment being dissected. It was a large wound on his side. I studied his entire body, from the intricate markings inked into his skin, to his flat stomach that resembled a good old washboard.
He gasped heavily, before turning to look at me and giving me a weak smile.
"See something you like?"
Those words made my heart pace a little faster. My breaths a little heavier. My eyes a little wider.
I diverted my gaze and ignored his stupid remark, and sat in the corner, occupying myself by counting backwards from ten.
10
"Don't give me the,"
9
he groaned in between breaths, "silent treatment,"
8
His breaths became louder as I sensed him crawl closer.
7
Closer.
6
He was so close so close too close.
5
"Talk to me. Please,"
4
"Are you mad at me for drinking too much? I'll stop please just talk to me,"
3
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