Revenge

Chapter 11: Unhopeful

Chapter 11: Unhopeful

I stare at the cuts up my arms and down my legs, the messy stitches sticking out of my skin. The concrete floor beneath me fills me with an odd coldness. I don't dare moving, the cuts throughout my body ache with every breath. The thought of escape keeps lingering on my mind, but then I shoo it away. A flash of city lights flash in front of my eyes, taking me back to that hill. The fresh air I thought I'd never breathe again, city lights, a city, roads leading somewhere, all things I thought I'd never see again. But I did. Escape is possible. I don't know how I did it, but I did. If I did it once, while sleeping, I can do it again.

I hear thumping as someone stomps down the stairs. I stare up at the ceiling, unable to conceal my vulnerability. The person enters my field of view. Trinity.

"I'm so sorry," she mutters, falling to her knees beside me.

"Why didn't you tell your mom?" I ask, my voice thick with tears. She bites down on one of her snakebite piercings. "I didn't kill Nathan, and you know that."

"I'm sorry for what my family is doing, it's not right, but I'm not going to stop them," she answers, eyes narrowed.

"You don't need to. When I get out of here, you're all going to be sorry," I threaten, in a confident voice I've never heard myself use before. Trinity smiles at me.

"And the bitch has claws," Trinity whispers. "A little late to bring them out, don't you think?"

"I was only sharpening them," I hiss. I admit, not my best line, but she gets the point.

"What did escaping do to you?" Trinity asks, crossing her arms. I sit up slowly, cringing at the pains throughout my body.

"It gave me hope," I tell her. She smirks.

"That'll be our little secret," she says, putting her finger to her lips.

"How can you be acting so fine when your brother is dead?" I blurt, blinking back the tears as Nate's body flashes before my eyes. She stands and looks away abruptly.

"C'mon, we're ready for you," she tells me, ignoring my question. Ready for me? As if in the blink of an eye, all confidence I had, withers away to what I really am. Weak.

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It was nearly impossible walking through the hospital without groaning and moaning in pain. Trinity attempted to help me a couple of times, but she only made it worse. I try to keep my mind on other things besides Nate, and besides my many injuries. What's Ashley doing right now? Did she get suspicious when I didn't show up to her house? Did my good-for-nothing father even report my disappearance? Or did he just tell people that I went to New York to visit my aunt, or maybe he told them that I moved in with my grandma to care for her. So many lies to pick from, avoiding the one thing that can help me. The truth. I'm going to make sure all his lies come crumbling down on top of him. He created these people. He's the reason I'm here. He screwed with the wrong people, and I'm going to make sure, each and every single one of them pay.

Trinity stops at a doorway. A dusty sign on the door reads, "Operating Room". I stop suddenly.

"What are we doing in there?" I ask, my nerves dancing like crazy.

"Stage one," she mutters, not making eye contact with me. I feel hands grab me from behind, sending all my aches and pains, into burning sensations. Screams escape my mouth, as a cloth is pressed to my lips. My mind goes fizzy, my eyes begin to burn, then my limbs all go numb. I feel my body fall into someone's arms, then nothing.