Before Four [book one]

Ch.16

(immediate continuation from last chapter)

I'm sitting on something, and it feels narrow. My eyes are closed and I feel wind blowing and fresh air.

Heights.

I open my eyes and curse silently to myself when I look down. It's a long way down but there's many things on the way down, so if I fall I would probably die from that first.

I take a deep breath and sit up, looking around for a solution. I sigh and look down again, seeing a platform not-so-far down from here.

I shakily stand up and walk to the end of the narrow platform, getting back down on my knees. I swing my legs over the platform and take another deep breath, trying to reach the next platform with my feet. I keep scooching down until I feel platform and I let go, landing on top of it. I keep climbing down until I reach a platform that leads to a door. I walk to it, opening it and stepping inside.

I'm sitting in a small room, with metal walls. The walls seem like they are closing in, though I may be imagining it.

I reach out to touch the wall, lying my palm against it. When my arm starts to retract towards me, I know it's being pushed by the wall.

Confinement.

I start sweating and breathing heavily. I can feel that my heartbeat is as fast as a rabbits and there's swear running down my back.

I try to stand up, pushing the wall back but it refuses and keeps making it's way toward me. I'm breathing loud now, almost hyperventilating.

"This isn't real." I keep repeating to myself. My heartbeat calms down a small amount, but it's still racing.

"This isn't real." I repeat again, and open my eyes. I find a small opening in the corner of the box and reach for it. I put my hands between it and pull it apart, using all of my strength. My body begins to get smashed by the walls and I breath deeply before using all of my strength and pulling the wall open.

I crawl through the opening and lie on the ground, catching my breath. My heartbeat slowly down and I stand up, taking in my surroundings.

I'm in a large room, no one else around. But then when I turn around, I notice a small girl sitting in a chair and a table some feet in front of her. On top of the table sits a gun. I then start feeling nervous. So this is one of my fears?

I breath deeply and grab the gun, knowing mostly what I have to do. But wait. I can save her. I don't have to kill her.

I out the gun back down and walk over to the girl. I grab her arms and help her stand up. She doesn't say anything, just has the same expression.

"Come on. This isn't real." I whisper and lead her to a door on one wall of the room. I open the door and drag the girl out

The girls is gone, I am holding into nothing.

I'm in a familiar place, a place I was in not so long ago.

It's my old house. I breath loudly and start to swear again, knowing what is coming next.

He steps into the room, Marcus.

I close my eyes, hoping he will disappear. But when I open my eyes again, there is multiple Marcus' and I'm frozen.

I can't do this.

I start hyperventilating again.

Marcus has a belt, the same belt he's been whipping me with for many, many years.

"Tobias." The multiples say, echoing around the room. I hate his voice. I take a deep breath and tackle Marcus, taking him to the ground. When I think we are going to hit the floor, it seems like we go through it.

My eyes shoot open and I dart up from the chair, breathing heavily and eyes wide. I lean against the wall and the man looks at me, surprised.

"That was...wow." He breaths out and looks back at the computer.

"What do you mean?" I shakily breath out.

"How long do you think that was?" He asks.

"I don't know. Twenty minutes?" I guess.

"Seven. That's impressive."

"Never had it that low?" I ask, kind of interested.

"That and that's only four fears. Never had that before." He smirks.

"Interesting." My breathing was back to normal and my talking was regular.

"You know I can see your landscape? Well I can tell that your pretty scarred there from your father. Not to be nosy or anything. Tobias, does your name keep you haunted? As in like memories from your father?" He tilted his head as he talked to me.

"Now that I think about it, yes it has bothered me before and now." I sighed.

"I've got a name for ya." He smirked.

"Yeah? Let's hear it." I was curious.

"Four. I think it fits you. It'll be a better change."

"Four." I grinned, "I like it."

And I would be known as Four.
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