The Revival of Shadow Link

6:

So pretty much Vio was obsessed with finding me, and I was losing the will to live.

And this all kept going for about eight weeks, although Vaati told me it was only three weeks.

Days would pass where I was just in my cells by myself, losing my mind and sometimes Vaati would come in, ask me something, and when I refused to give him an answer he'd either a) lose his patience, threaten me and leave or b) stab me.

Nearing the end of the eighth week—it the third week, as I thought—that was exactly what he did, stab me, I mean.

Maybe he was in a particularly bad mood or maybe he had just had enough of me. I just remember seeing a dagger in his hand, the blade gleaming and already splattered with blood from days before. He thrusted the blade into my  right shoulder ignoring my screams while he twisted it.

I don't remember when he actually decided that walking into the cell was safe, that I wasn't going to murder him with my bare hands and escape. Probably when he realized that I was too exhausted to fight back, too tired, in to much pain, that I overall could not actually bring myself to get violent with how weak I was.

He ripped the knife out of my skin and examined the blood on it before noticing his sleeve had a dull crimson stain. He scowled at me.

I didn't want to ignore the pain in my shoulder, I wanted to just drift off right now. I saw so tired, maybe just a minute of rest right now and everything'd be okay...

I felt my eyes begin to close before Vaati hit me upside the head, am effective way to get me to wake up.

"I just asked you something, are you not going to answer?" He asked, irritated.

I blinked, hating this...person. I looked him straight in the eye, not bothering to move my hair out of my face as I groaned out, "purple is not your color."

Why the heck did I say that?

He frowned and stabbed me again, this time aiming for my right forearm. Front be way blood squirted out of the room when he yanked it out, it must have cut an artery. He stabbed it right back in the wound and then slid the blade across my arm, cutting into veins and making blood pour out of my arm. There was now a large slit on my arm oozing blood. He didn't take the knife out.

Starvation, dehydration, and the cold that I faced every day couldn't  kill me apparently. But I had a feeling injuries like this could. And although I had been considering death as a possible escape, that was a last resort, when I had no other options. I wasn't that desperate yet and the idea did scare me.

He said stuff and asked me stuff, and I just stared blankly at him until he gave an over dramatic sigh and left.

I look down at the weapon in my arm. I couldn't move it without being in pain and I wasn't sure if I wanted to remove the knife, which would only lead to me bleeding out faster.

But I was already bleeding a lot.

I felt my eyes start closing. It didn't matter, did it? I could just stop here....no one would care.

It never occurred to me that I might not wake up.

He sat in the shade of a tree, his back leaned against the trunk. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat, the air warm. He had a book in his hands like always, smiling softly.

I stood a bit away from him, watching his slender fingers turn the pages, the way he bit his lip during certain parts, the way he crossed his legs when he decided that he was being to still only to uncross them and then cross them again.

He looked up at me and smiled, beckoning me to come closer.

I reluctantly took a step forward. And instantly, the space between us seemed to stretch longer, and every step I took after that seemed to put me farther away from him.

He tree was in fire now and the skies were an endless black sigh crimson stars. Flames were staring to devour my bookworm and no matter what, I couldn't get there. He didn't seem to be in any rush, he didn't seem panicked. Blood started pouring out of his mouth as he spoke in a gravelly voice asking me to come over to him.

I woke up gasping for breath.

And then I realized I wasn't alone.