42nd Country Road

Just Trying To Help...

"Mark!" I screamed. The man loaded me into the truck

"Would you shut up already?" The man said. I felt a needle slide into my arm, but this was nothing compared to the pain from the inside. I lost consciousness.

I woke up in a cell. I shifted, the cold cement ground was unforgiving. My wrists were in shackles which I traced back to the wall. There had to be at least a few feet of chains connecting my wrists to the wall. I was wearing a black shirt, with blue skinny jeans and black combat boots to finish off the attire.

"Morning," Said a familiar voice. My eyes shot over to him. Brunette, looked about eighteen. I didn't say anything in return. He was holding some sort of tray in his hands.

"I uh...Brought you something to eat," He said, gently passing it under the cell door. I stuck to the wall, looking at him, expressionless.

"You don't need to eat it, I just thought you'd want something to eat," He said. He walked away. I moved up toward the food. Mashed potatoes with some corn and a little can on the side filled with water. The utensils were plastic. I took a bite of the potatoes. They were cold. I swallowed them and shoved them out the of the cell. I went back to the wall and sat there in the cold. In the dark. There were no windows. The only light was from a flickering light bulb in front of my cell. All I could think about was were Jack and Mark were and how I could get to them. A few hours passed as I just stared into space. Tears rolled down my cheek as I whimpered. The man came back. I wiped away my tears and acted as if nothing happened.

"So, you didn't eat anything," He said. He sat down in a chair in front of my cell.

"Where's Mark," I said quietly with a tremble in my voice.

"What did you say?" He said

"Where's Mark," I said more strongly this time. The tremble still there. He hesitated before saying anything.

"Would you like something to drink?" He said. He was avoiding the question. I hit my head against the metal wall of the cell. I started to cry again.

"No, no, don't cry," He said.

"Then answer the damn question!" I yelled at him through tears. He looked shocked. I stood up and walked to the bars. I grabbed them lightly in my hands.

"You have no idea, how it feels to lose someone you love. They both are not in my reach and I can't find them," I said in a calm voice, "So answer the damn question,"

"I can't," He said

"Get out," I said through my teeth. My eyes locked on his.

"But..." He said

"GET OUT!" I screamed. He ran calling out numbers down the hall. I heard some responses. I felt the darkness ripping at my voice. Some men stood at the entrance of my cell. They looked at me in fear.

"What the hell are you staring at?" I snapped at them. They both jumped and took a step backward. The chains scraped violently against the floor. The boy who gave me food came back.

"These are my friends they are here to help you," he said calmly.

"Back off, kid," I said, the darkness in my voice was almost comforting.

I went back to the wall and sat down. The side normal took over again. The boy tapped on the  metal bars.

"Hey, you okay?" He said. I didn't look at him or say anything to him. Silence was my best friend at the moment. I fell asleep under the gaze of the three men.

I woke up to Mark's screams. I knew them immediately. Jack's soon followed.

"Mark!" I screamed, "Jack!"

"Ev?" I heard him ask.

"Get a move on!" The men said. I screamed their names as I hit the bars as if I could break them. The chains dangled, smacking the cement floor. I hit the bars until my knuckles bled. I ran my hands through my hair breathing in and out like I was running out of breath. Tears rolled down my face. What the hell were they doing to them, I thought. I curled up in a ball on the cold floor. My back facing the bars.

"Hey," Said the boy. He must have saw the blood on the bars, "What did you do? It looks like you're bleeding,"

I was biting my nails now. I heard the cell door open. A hand ran down my back. I whipped around sliding myself to the wall. My eyes were wide with fear.

"You're bleeding," The boy said, reaching for my hand.

"Don't Touch Me!" I said, panic filling my voice. He pulled his hand away.

"I'm just trying to help," He said in a light voice.