Devil's Night

Revived

Ricky's POV (Dream)

I've lost myself in the dimly lit hallways as if I am a mouse trapped in this confusing maze of a building. A knot beginning to form in the pit of my stomach, I have an unnerving suspicion that I was being watched and that someone was just waiting to make me their kill. Everything was fading in and out with every step I took on the tile floor, staring at my dirty feet as I followed the path with caution. I was plenty aware of the fact that one misstep or slip up would be the death of me and all I could was fear the very worst would be my fate. The stress of it all was almost too great to bear and I began to wonder if suicide was possible alternative. This place was far scarier than any horror I've witnessed and far more dangerous than tip toeing through a minefield. Why? Well that's how. I knew that if this path wrongfully approached, I'd be doomed with a future far worse than death.

As I moved along, I wasn't expecting to stumble into a dead end, crushing my hopes of finding my way out of here. It seemed like I've been going in circles for hours and that walk ways would continue on for rest of eternity. But if that's what is, then how could this sudden change of structure be? My mind was becoming too scattered to keep up. Whenever I'd get set myself on trying to figure one question, I'd lose myself in another. When I turned around to retrace my steps, I bumped into another wall with three more surrounding me on all sides and now I was once again captive in a cell, similar to the one Rem kept us prisoner in for months.

There was absolutely no place left to run and as seconds crawled by, the panels were gradually swarming in on me. I began gasping for air as I slammed my palms against the wall in attempts to get them to stop towards me but no matter how hard I tried, they just kept inching closer and closer.

I desperately clawed at the sides like a caged tiger as they enclosed on me in a coffin like space but I remained standing the entire time. My knees growing weak, I realized that it was impossible to collapse even if I wanted to making this more agonizing to endure. My throat was dry and hoarse from my screams as I cried out for help. Though it felt like I was the loudest I could ever be, I never produced a single hert of noise, all of my efforts now completly wasted.

Immobile, silent and absolutely powerless, there was only one thing left I could do. My last resort, with only enough room to bring my hands up to my neck, I clasped my grip around my throat tightly and choked my self till the blinding white was now a bitter darkness.

Ricky's POV (Present)

I let a soft and petty whimper escape my lips as I began to awake from my coma like slumber. Too afraid to open my eyes, I just laid there on the cushy mesh like bed beneath me and waited till I was for certain that I'd return to the world I hated to call home. The last thing I wanted was to awake in that god forsaken room, still having to plead for Rem's mercy, day after day. Relying on blind faith that I could somehow survive another day in such a pitiful state. 

  Though I was now plenty conscious, I knew that eventually I'd have to force myself to reunite with my reality sooner or later. Impatient, I just wanted to get this done and over with. Inhailing deeply, I shot my eyes open, my gaze to the ceiling fan above me. My heart beat came to a more relaxed pulse when I saw myself in a more comforting environment than I initially predicted. Resting calmly in the spacious hospital bed with a blanket over my lower half, covering me to my midsection and my head propped up on a mountain of pillows.

Giving myself a minute or so to become more familiar with a long lost sense of safety, I soon checked over myself over to see that I was wearing a cream colored, cotton hospital robe. It was untied and left opened to expose my wrapped up chest. My breathing restricted from how secure the medical bandages were on my midsection, I made sure control myself as much as I could manage to avoid an accidental pain. I moved my hands from where they rest at the base of my ribs to my sides but stopping halfway from the shock at what I saw. A plastic tube that was connected to a large IV bag on a hook near me, leading into my body. The tube was tapped down near my pelvic region by my right hip with an orangish substance being transferred from the bag to inside me. My best guess I could come up with for this was that it was a way of getting nutrients into me without having me eat or drink anything while I was out. However, I wasn't a hundred percent sure that was really the case because there were so many other tubes and needles lodged in my body, containing other fluids. I wasn't all too sure what was what and there were so many in me that I felt paralyzed. Fearful of fucking something up if I dare move more than a slight twitch. I figured things would be in my favor if I just let them be for now but I was desperate to get them removed as soon as I could but who knows how long this stay could wined up being.

Thankful that I could move a tad to readjust myself, I was still a bit frustrated that I couldn't feel any of my limbs. My entire body just felt swollen and heavy despite the fact that I was literally hours away from starving to death a number of days or so earlier. My breathing was still somewhat labored as the oxygen traveled through a tube secured around my ears and delivering me air through my nose. I could only imagine how many nurses it took to get me into a stable state. Despite the mild discomfort, the important thing was that I was alive and I only wish Chris was here to keep me company.