Finishing The Deed (Book #2 of Trails of a Psychopath)

Wakie Wakie

Chapter Three

"What we do for ourselves, dies. What we do for others and the world, remains and is immortal."
- Gideon

~Reid's POV!!!!!!!!~

Darkness.

That's all I could see. I could feel the crushing weight of...something, like an elephant on my chest. It started to choke me, strangle my vocal cords so that I couldn't call out for help. I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't move, I couldn't even open my eyes.
It was like I was trapped in a world with no gravity, with no matter, no anything. My mind took shape into something else that I could see, something I knew for a long time. Something stepped out into the murky darkness, something with hands and legs and arms.
It smiled at me with a row of bright and straight teeth. My heart didn't pound in my chest like it should have, my eyes didn't snap open and I didn't scream.
It stepped towards me and suddenly I was a little boy again. I was sitting in a dark room where a small window revealed a sliver of moonlight and shined on the gritty cement floor. The walls were smeared with dirt and smelled of iron and oil. I was pressed against the walls, my tiny hands spread out in front of me. Tears rolled numbly down my face but I couldn't understand why.
I couldn't understand why I was here, why I couldnt leave, why I felt so afraid. I heard something creak open, like a door. I looked around until I found flashlight to my left. A door opened, causing me to jump.
I heard laughter and suddenly the same person walked into the room. His hair was slicked back and his hands balled into his sides. He continued to laugh as he made his way over to me and towered in front of me. I shrunk back, my hands acting like a shield around my face.
I felt gentle hands wrap around them and pull them away. He was in my face but with a gentle grin on his lips. He picked me up and cradled me against him, whispering in my ear.

"Shh... sweetie, it'll all be okay. I won't let him hurt you, he can't while I'm here. He tried to take over, but I won't let him. I won't let him hurt you. You're going to be okay." His voice was comforting and smooth, therapeutic almost.

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. Slowly, his eyes changed. Something snapped. His grin melted into a scowl and I felt my stomach drop. His grip tightened around to the point where I cried out in pain. He dug his nails into my skin. I screamed out but no one heard. Every single time.

"Looks like he couldn't save you anyway...."

A sharp pain ran through my body. It was like a volt of electricity. I thrashed around, my body jerking and pulling. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. My eyes were blinded by a light and I had to close my eyes.
I began to hear voices, someone was shouting. The pain running through me was almost too much to handle but then something changed. I could hear the slow thump of a heart, my heart, the loud and shallow gasps I took in and breathed out. Every breath I took felt like something scraping against the walls of my lungs.
The shocks stopped and I felt the burning in my chest afterwards. All I could see was swirls and colors, blurs and shapes. My feet were cold, my whole body felt cold. I felt the touch of someone else, I felt it. I wanted to move, I wanted to know I still had a voice. I told myself to move a finger, blink, even cough as a response, but I couldn't do a thing.

Am I dead?

That was the only thing going through my mind. Maybe I am dead. These voices I hear, they must be in my head. I must finally be cracking up, just like my mother. I could feel myself being lifted, I was so confused.

"He's waking up! Put him on fluids, now!"

Their voices were loud and clear, but I was still confused. Finally, I was able to crack one eye open after what felt like hours. It was all too bright to see anything. It hurt, everything hurts. I could feel time passing and soon the voices went away. I wanted to reach out and grab them, but my body was frozen.
My head was pounding but I still hadn't found my voice. The lights were still too bright, too painful on my eyes. I forced my other eye open and it took a few minutes to see anything.
There was finally clarity and I could just barely make out two figures to my right, sitting in chairs. I couldn't turn my head yet, only see these blurs in the corner of my eyes. I wish I could speak, move, do anything. They talked quietly, so I laid there and listened.