Finite(I might change this title who knows)

Chapter 12

Alex's POV
I sat on the canopy bed bored to death. When I heard a quiet creaking. I looked over to see a tall hooded figure walk in, they were carrying a tray of food. There was delicious looking slices of ham, a pretty wine glass filled with guessed it, wine, a bowl of strawberries and a slice of delectable chocolate cake.
"Who are you? Are you the angel of death?" The figure shook its head and set the tray down next to me. I reached up to pull down its hood, but one of its gloved hands grabbed my wrist tightly. It shook its head once again and released my wrist as left the room. I stared at the food. I'm so hungry. But what if it's poisoned? I looked down at my lap, I'm scared. I want to go home. I miss John. I sniffed and felt tears well up in my eyes. I curled up onto the bed and just went to sleep.
When I woke up the tray was still on my nightstand, but now the ham was cold. The room was quiet. I sat up slowly.
"H-hello? Angel of Death? Hood guy? Anyone?" No answer. No sound. I need to get out of here. I stood up quickly and ran to the door. I tried pushing and tugging. Nothing. I tried ramming my self into the door. Nothing. I tried kicking it. Nothing. I let out a frustrated screech and collapsed onto the ground. I looked at the fork that was on my plate and grabbed it walking over to the locked door. It was a simple turning lock, not to hard to pick. I kneeled onto the floor and carefully placed the teeth of the fork into the lock slit and turned. Once a heard the telltale click I smiled brightly and opened the door. On the other side was a small room, maybe the size of a cupboard with another door, this one had a key hole. Please please don't be locked. I tried the door. Locked. I collapsed to the ground and began sobbing. I'm never getting out of here am I? Oh my god I'm going to die down here... I sobbed louder. There was no answer to my sobs. Not even the crackle of the speaker to signify that anyone was watching. To signify anyone cared. To signify that I wasn't alone.
But I am alone. I'm alone. I'm starving. I'm dehydrated. I'm cold. I'm scared. And. I'm. Alone.

Angel of Death's POV
Of course I was watching. Of course I saw little Alexander's escape attempt. I couldn't help the small pain in my chest as he cried, but this is necessary. This is a means to an end. This will all work out in his favor eventually. A few months alone won't kill him.

A/N: A short but important chapter.