Violet

Chapter 12 - Tied Hands (P1.)

- I am up against the wall, the wall

For I hear them coming down the hall -

Black.

Red.

Fire.

H e l l.

I heard your blood curling scream as your body slowly burnt in the fire in front of me, daddy. Mummy is there too. Standing right beside you. Suffering. Crying. Screeching. Dying. You said since I was young to your friends that you wished she were with you, didn't you, daddy? Did you get what you wanted? Why do you look so unhappy then? There' someone else in the fire too. Someone I vaguely recognise. He's got your eyes, daddy. And mummy's black hair. His expression is a blank page but his eyes show his emotions. Joy. Greed. Insanity. There's one more character. He's outside of the fire. A metre away from the steel cage I'm in. He's grinning. Laughing. The boy in the fire laughs with him. I watch as you and mummy are tortured further, daddy. It doesn't hurt me. I feel nothing. Emptiness. I wish to be with you in the fire. To know that my body is real. To know that I am human. To know that I am not a puppet. Mummy's the first to die. You turn to ash right after. The boy walks through the fire. Unharmed. He grins at me. Greetings sister, he says, it's been a long time...

I groaned as I opened my eyes slowly, the pills wearing off, ending the nightmare. For now. My vision was blurry at first, my head pounding. I attempted to lift my hand up to my head. Instead I felt a tight rope around my wrists, cutting off my blood circulation. I struggled to try to break loose. Nothing. I tried to scream. I felt the duct tape across my mouth. Attempted to move my legs. Tied. I moved around as much as I could, my screams muffled, almost knocking over the chair I was tied in. I tried to figure out where I was but all I could see was blankness. Blind folded. I tried to catch my breath and felt the tears run down my cheeks even before I realised I was crying. I suddenly heard a door creak open. I went silent. Footsteps. Getting closer. Closer. Closer to me. I felt the figure's presence - right in front of me. I heard the sound of a light switch. I heard their heavy breathing. They pulled the blind fold off my head and I stared at them in fear, feeling my body begin to shake. I suddenly recognised him as the boy in my nightmare. Black hair. Blue eyes. He grinned widely at me as he got closer. I felt his heavy breath against my face.

"Greetings, sister," he said. "You won't remember me. I'm Ethan."

For a moment I didn't move. Just stared. Ethan had left when I was eight. He was 17 at the time. Yet after all these years I remember him as clear as day. His features. His intimidating expression. Why was he here? Had he come to save me? Hope suddenly shined in my like a ray of sunlight. I rocked the chair around in joy and relief. Until it was then that realisation hit me. Or if we're talking literal here, a fist. Ethan's fist. In my face. My chair fell backwards and bloods shot out of my nose. My cheek was in agony and I could only assume a bruise was forming. I swallowed back a mouthful of blood. I yelped in fear and pain behind the duct tape. He pulled the chair back up and leaned it against the wall. He shook his hand, fighting his own pain and scowled at me.

"Don't. Try. To. Fucking. Escape. Me" he said through gritted teeth. Anger was written on his face. He grabbed a nail and a hammer. Hammered the nail into my wrist, in the middle of one of my scars. A piercing pain shot through me. My screams were almost sounded out, yet still loud enough to please him. He decided to increase my pain by yanking the nail out of my tender skin violently. I screamed again. This time not as loud as before. My body began to throb. I began to pass out.

The world was starting to get doctor until Ethan awoke me with a slap across the face.

"Are you getting tired already?" He grimaced. "But the fun is only beginning! And because you were always closest to me, my dear sister... I thought I'd play one more game with you and make your death not as quick as mummy and daddy's were."

I suddenly realised exactly what he meant. He'd done it. He killed our parents.

And now he was going to kill me.

I started to cry again. He scrammed my cheek with a blade and laughed at me. It was partly out of humour. Mostly out of insanity.

"What's wrong with you?! Big girls don't cry!!!" He laughed more until it was cut short by the lights going off. Blankness, once again.

"What the fuck just happened?! Did you do something you psycho bitch?!"

"She's not the psychotic one hear," said a voice I instantly recognised.

Oh god. Could it be? Surely not. Perhaps my mind is fooling me again, paying tricks on me like it did when I first saw Ethan.

Or perhaps not.

- I have killed a man and all I know is I am on the run and go -

To be continued...