Asylum

Chapter 5: Sacrifices

=HEATHER’S POV=

“What… What is this?” I whimper to myself. My son is still out there. I know it. I know that he hasn’t been subjected to this torture.

*Beep* the vest constricting my body makes a sound, counting down every second and every minute of this agony that is eating me alive. Just kill me already!

“PLEASE! JUST KILL ME BUT SAVE ALEX!” I scream, hoping that whoever did this will listen to my pleas.

“No.” a deep voice says.

“Please! PLEASE!” I say as another beep fills my ears and another minute vanishes from my chest.

“No.” the voice repeats.

In frustration, I grabbed a wad of my hair and felt an open wound. “W-what? What did you do to me?”

I look at my hands and see them doused in blood. Where is this all this blood coming from? This can’t be all mines? I question myself as another beep goes by. Seven minutes left until I am blown into pieces that will never be picked up. In the corner of my eye, I see a lying body; black and blue uniform with a name tag that says ‘Christian’. His ears were torn from the side of his head and blood was creeping its way out of his brain.

I cover my mouth and scream into my arm. “MMMF!” is the only sound I could make out. This is his blood. MY HEAD IS COVERED WITH HIS BLOOD.  What am I going to do? Where am I?  All I could see around me were the yellow cushioned walls and a black window; however I know that somebody is looking through.

*Beep* Six Minutes.

=ALEX’S POV=

Panting and sweating; grunting and running. All of us are sprinting towards the exit. Where was the exit actually? We all stop for a second as we catch our breath but Scott insists that we have to keep on going.

“Yo, we have to go. We can’t be stuck with that bridal bitch on the loose.” He suggests.

“Relax babe, let me take a breather and maybe I’ll let you carry me the rest of the way.” Gracie says, putting a hand on his shoulder and blowing him a small kiss.

She gives Lindsey an evil eye as she walks past her, flipping her long red hair and ‘strutting her stuff’. “LINDSEY! We HAVE to go!” Scott replies, grabbing her wrists and little by little leaving small bruises.

“Ow! You’re hurting me!’ Lindsey cries out.

“Don’t be a little bitch babe! Let’s go!” Scott replies.

“NO! Go by yourself, you prick.” Lindsey snaps.

She quickly goes to me, hugging me and placing a hand on my chest. Is this real life? Did she really ditch Scott for me? Am I really worrying about this when I could die any second now?

An ignorant Scott looks at everybody, hoping that he would get a reply. He looks at Morgan, but she looks away. He looks at Tasha. She gives him the hand and flips her hair. He looks at Xavier who is standing in the back of everybody, not knowing what is going on.