The Awakening

19 -Screams

Cold crept into her bones, it seeped in through the ground, dripped into her blood stream and tore at her soul. Cassie pulled at her skin, it felt loose and incapable of keeping in the warmth. She wracked her brain trying to recall the weeks, putting together a timeline and figuring out how long she had been here.

Certain moments stretched, pausing as the screams echoed against the dirt and stone. It staved off sleep, making it more of an occasional tickle rather than a deep scratch.

"When was the last night you slept?" Cassie called into the darkness not sure which of the girls would answer. She knew by the current shriek of the saw and sobs that filled the black around her that both Ricci and Abs were in their own holes.

"You can tell the difference between night and day? You must be psychic." Abs coughs carried through the air and added to the chorus.

"You know what I mean. Sleep? Does it exist?" Cassie rubbed her eyes, she wanted to stuff her eyelashes in her ears to block out the world and as the thought danced over her mind she realized the insanity in it.

"Snippets. When you become so exhausted, even if you want to keep your eyes open you can't. It's the silence that usually wakes me back up." Ricci's shrill voice added to Abs original statement.

"When he drugs us. It's kind of a sleep. Sometimes I can almost dream, pretend I'm not really here." Abs voice was almost reminiscent.

"Great...What's her name?" Cassie wanted to think about something else, the thought of never sleeping again and being ever present in this place was worse traipsing around in her head.

"Don't know. She hasn't left his table. He must like her."

Cassie tried to ignore Abs comments, it was her own fault for asking the question to the walls surrounded by vulnerable. Sadness leaped with open arms into the air.

"I wish I had a mirror."

"What?" The statement confused Cassie, unplaced in the world.

"A mirror. You know to see what he has done to me."

"Trust me Abs, you don't want a mirror. With what he has done, death might not be the worst option."

The coughing cut into Ricci's statement. Will I be this cavalier? Cassie wondered how long it would be before she was the same, cold and broken.

"We're getting out of here!"

Both of the other girls stopped. A sharp snort pierced through the overarching screams.

"I'm serious. I mean it! We need a plan. I've got this idea..."

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