The Boy With Green Eyes (kickthepj)

Chapter 24

My eyes fluttered open, squinting at the bright light from the room. I knew where I was, back in that torture room. This time I wasn't strapped down, there wasn't a knife in my leg, but I was alone.

I use to think that alone would protect me. Nobody could hurt me if nobody ever met me... But having met PJ and the others really made me realize how much I couldn't stand being alone.

To the left was a table with different medical tools with dried blood on them. On the right, the others tables that usually would have my friends tied to them.

But they weren't

Suddenly my  heart sped up, could they be? No he wouldn't. Would he? He could though. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my mind to go blank. As much as it hurt, I pulled my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth. It was the only thing that comforted me now.

I began counting down from 10 then restart to just keep the possibilities of what could happen won't or hasn't. 

9,8,7,6.... Pj where was he? 10,9,8,7,6,5,4. How long have I- 10,9,8,7. This continued on for ages, but in reality it was just an hour.

"Counting out loud are we?" an evil voice croaked from behind me.

I flinched by nature, he was so quiet, how long has he been in here?

"Do you even remember how to talk?" he fake whimpered.

I clenched my fists so tight the knuckles began to turn white.

Don't say anything!

"Why don't you just tell me why you did it." he taunted. 

I didn't do it.

"Come on," he hissed. "Spit it OUT!" my fathers voice grew louder sharply. He walked over in front me and cupped my hands around my face.

I swatted his hands off me, scooting back onto the table. His eyes flickered towards my thigh. My pants were ripped, stained with blood, but around my wound the thin fabric was glued to the flesh.

He slowly reached towards the bottom of my pants and began rolling them up. I watched silently as he continued. Was he really going to help me? His fingers brushed the skin under my cut, my hand shoved his off of me and rolled my pants back down.

"Let me go." I whispered.

A long pause was followed, only the sound of our breaths filled the silence. I stared at the floor, as it suddenly became so interesting. It was a tile floor with different shades of red and black on them. Foot prints, mud, garbage it all seemed so much better than talking to my own father.

His raspy voice finally opened up and spoke "I can't," he looked up at me and I could see there were a few tears about to fall.

"I.. I... I... can't let you go because you'll leave me. I don't want my little girl to grow up, your all I have left." he paused to take a breath, but ended up sobbing. "I never met for this to happen. I only wanted to help you... be there for you." My father buried his hands in his face.

I reached my hand up and put it around his hunched over back. He was now sitting on the table next to me with our feet dangling off the edge. All I wanted was to go and find Pj.

I leaned up close to his ear, " I didn't mean too," I whispered choking on my tears.

"I turned my back for a minute and all hell broke loose." I stated hugging him tighter.

Why was I doing this? After all he had done to me... I was comforting him? 

"Can-can you tell m-me hhow?" he quivered removing his hands from his face.

I let out a big sigh and nodded my head slowly, thinking of the words I was going to use.

"I was making-making a dish?" I started. "It was for her birthday...the dish was I mean. I wanted to prove that I could do it by myself, but I couldn't. " 

I inhaled a big gulp of air, then let it out through my nose. "I was only 7, I had no idea what I was doing. I went upstairs and took a nap, the oven was still on. When I woke up to smoke burning my lungs I just ran out of the house. I- I thought she wasn't in the other room. When the fire department finally showed up the house was burned down and everything was destroyed." My breathing became very shaky.

"They told me, that a body was found. I recognized the body... it was mum. The firemen said that she was trapped in her room and couldn't get out. She burned to death.." I let out a little whimper and wipped my eyes.

The only sound now was my crying. I guess you figured it out, the whole lung cancer thing was fake and it had been when I was 7 not 2. And it was my fault, every last bit of it. 

My mum was dead. DEAD! She was never coming back because of my stupid mistake. I didn't even know she was in the house. I could have saved her...

"I knew you did it," he mumbled no longer sniffling. He was smiling and hissed, "Thank you," like he didn't even mean it.

"But it was an accident..." I said.

He lept off the table and strode over to a table on the right. My eyes followed his shadow on the floor.

"She paid the price of your stupid action, now your going to do the same." my father spoke sharply.

"It was an acci-"

"I LOVED HER AND YOU LET HER DIE YOU DIDN'T SAVE HER! YOUR A MURDERER!'

The word murderer stuck in the air, like fog. The word seemed to follow me around my whole life like a disease murderer.

My father had his back to me and was looking for something in the drawers. Opening them, then slamming then shut so hard the room seemed to shake. I heard a "Ah ha!' from where he was.

He held up a tiny box in his hands, passing it between his left then right hand.

"Your going to die the same way she did," he opened the box and took a little stick out of the cardboard box. He struck the stick on the side of the box fast then held up the flame.

Matches...

I lunged off the table towards him, but it was too late. He stared into my eyes as he dropped the match on the floor. Flames danced across the floor and spread touching the table and the trash.

"So long," he waved dropping another flaming stick on the ground. 

I couldn't do anything but watch in horror as he swept out of the room, then locking the door shut behind him.

I was going to burn to death, just like my mother had.

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