ABDUCTED

Save her

Chapter 4. Page 64

SUNDAY: DECEMBER 4th-22 days

My chest burned as I ran through the forest, dodging trees and low hanging branches. The moonlight peaking through the leaves above was my only light. I'm calling out to her, not caring about giving away my position. I needed to find her before they did. "Bianca!" I call out. No answer. "Bianca! Please!" I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth. A twig snapped behind me. I spin around, seeing a dark figure. The unmistakable, metalic scent of blood filled my nose. "Save her," a voice whispers right in my ear. Followed by a loud, blood curdling scream. And a gunshot.

"Bianca," I said as I woke up in a cold sweat, taking a second to realize it was a dream. My face dripped as I tried catching my breath. "Save her," I whispered to myself, wiping my face with both my hands. I sat there resting my face in my hands, allowing the silence to envelop me.  My dream replayed through my head as if it were a memory. "Save her," I whispered again. I leaned back against my head board, rubbing my temples as the headache set in.

"Where's the aspirin, dude?" Ciggy said with a groan as he swung my bedroom door open. I jumped, feeling my heart skip a beat. "Dude! Knock," my voice cracked, as I raised my covers over my chest. I regretted my decision to sleep shirtless last night as Ciggy nonchalantly stood in my doorway. "Oh, my bad, bro. Forgot. Never mind. Back to bed," Ciggy yawned, closing the door. I scoffed, shaking my head. "Idiot," I murmured, tossing the covers aside.

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The cold water hit my back, causing me to flinch. My body shivered as I placed my head under the stream, trying to get used to the low temperature. Flashes of my nightmare attacked me every time I closed my eyes. "Fuck," I murmured, resting my hands against the shower wall. My head hung down as I caught my breath.  "Save her," the same voice whispered over and over in my head.

The bathroom mirror gave me a clear view of myself as I got out of the shower. I avoided looking at my body, focusing on my face as I dried off. As my hands touched my chest through the fabric of my towel, my jaw clenched. I turned my back towards the mirror, feeling undeniable dread as I touched myself. "Freak. You have no chance," I said in a low voice, balling my fists up. "Freak. Freak. Freak," I repeated, punching myself in the chest. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "You're such a freak," I cried, embracing the pain. The redness of my chest darkened with each hit. My previous bruises ached as my fist made contact with my bare skin.

I heard a knock at the bathroom door, stopping myself from causing further damage. The soreness lingered and increased with every movement of my upper body. "Mr. Bloodworth," Nina called from outside the door. I began to answer, but my voice cracked, shutting me up immediately. I cleared my throat, attempting to speak again. "Yes", I answered clearly. "Breakfast is on the table. Your favorite," she replied. I wiped my face, wrapping the towel around my body. I cracked the door open just enough to poke my head out. "Thanks. Be right down," I said with a smile. She nodded, turning to head downstairs.

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The bathroom door creaked as I closed it, resting my back against the door. I lowered the towel slowly, dropping my smile.

My, now damp, towel rested on the rack as I wrapped my chest in elastic bandages. The redness already began to bruise, making my chest feel tender. "Ow. Shit," I whispered, wincing in pain. I took a deep breath before putting my "under shirt" on, slipping it over my head. I inhaled sharply as I pushed my arms through the holes. Before I slipped my t-shirt on, I opened my mini fridge sitting on top of the bathroom counter. The cool air escaped as I grabbed my "scrip" and a syringe. I sighed, taking the syringe out of it's packaging. I studied the numbers closely, making sure my dose was correct. My left hand held the syringe as my right hand opened up an alcohol pad. I cleaned off part of my lower stomach before plunging the needle into my skin, injecting myself quickly.