Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirteen

Song of the chapter: Run boy Run by Woodkid

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Chapter Thirteen

Along with my vigorously beating heart, comes light and weak attempts to get some air in my lungs. I can luckily hear myself breathe now, but I am panting like a diseased dog. I blink my eyes, over and over to focus them out. My head whip from side to side. My chest heaves up and down harshly. I make my best attempts to look around my surroundings.

At this point, I will look at the reality; I am abosuotletly, positively, most definaelty not in the neighborhood I am used to.

Now I am fully awake. I remember how I had passed out after a cloth hit my mouth.

I shut my eyes again and I can now picture everything that happened maybe just a few hours ago. I remember the shuffling of feet. Hearing their mean voices. I remember tripping. The boot making me hit the ground again. I remember how I pleased for them to not do anything to me. Everything that happened was just a nother causal day at work. The morning was a vivid memory in the back of my head I didn't even begin to wrap around. It makes my eyes shoot open again. In hopes to rarde those images of my head.

For the first time in the past couple of minutes I finally decide to take some time and look at my situation. It is so incredibly obvious that I am nowhere near home. As I look out in front of me and scan the area I see nothing. Literally almost everything is pitch black. For a split second I think my eyes are closed. But I could myself blinking and widening my eyes as much as I could try and detect some source of life. I can see nothing.

Then all of suddenly I can see seven feet ahead of me. I look up and a near to dead lightbulb that is dim enough to glow off a yellowish tint is above me. I look down to the ground and it looks like it old and dirty cement. I also look down to my lap and see everything I wore when I got taken is on me. I am still breathing heavily, I can't process this all. It is to confusing for an extent.

I try to finally move, hoping that I will be able to get up and just run away...but when I try to move my arms, they don't bulge. They are behind my back, with my hands clasped together  sbd a rough feeling of what I feel like rope rubbing against them.

"N-No," I speak up for the first time in what feels like days, even though my voice is barely above a whisper. I try to move my arms again, but they still don't do anything in return to my attempts. I look back over my left shoulder, and sure enough I can then tied together in a dingy lighting. I can also see I am not standing or laying down. I am sitting in an old dirty chair with my hands tied behind my back  and feet stuck together and unable to move. 

"Hello?" I look up helplessly, struggling to free my limbs from the irritating rope that binds them together. There is no answer, just the light swinging back and forth above me.

"Pl-please?" I stutter, feeling my eyes start to water. I have no idea where I am at. By the the empty darkness that sent chills throughout my body. And the way my vboice slightly echoes whenever I talk i first think of a tunnel. Or maybe an underground parking garage? An abandoned warehouse? All of these possibilities make a perfect sense, yet confuses me at the same time.

Why would they have to keep me here?

"Somebody?!" I raise my voice in alarm. Finally putting a lot of pieces together in my mind. Or maybe I can't. I am strapped to a chair...I was kidnapped.. I'm going to die.