Abigails Sin

Deep End

It was perfectly quiet. An eerie feeling that had quickly settled in my bones after John had left me with nothing but my own imagination. I could just see him upstairs waiting for me to attempt and break from my bonds and escape. I had no desire to escape, no desire to get out of my bonds and return to the nothingness that awaited me now that I was alone, truly alone for the first time in my life. My head rolled from side to side and my arms hung loosely at my sides. I just kept thinking over and over in my head what I would change if I could go back in time, all of the regrets and unspoken words that I wish I could have said to Matthew. A hundred 'what if's' that would never have an ending. Too many times had I crossed the line and now the bomb had finally exploded. I wanted to go back to just him and I. Our training at the academy together, our first real home. Anything beside the unbelievable outcome that had happened as quickly as it started. I began to pray for John to come down, to take me out of my own thoughts, to replace Matthews face with something else even if it was for a brief moment. John wouldn't come though. John sent people down to keep me alive, the torture in itself. Refusing to eat got me no where, it would be stuffed down my throat instead. After what seemed like weeks in solitude I could only imagine what John was planning to do to me.

"You look very lonely" he spun the knife in his hand over and over playfully, a boyish grin in place as he picked an itch with the sharp tip. Another vision that had crept into the insanity clouding my consciousness. Jacob ran his fingers back through his hair flattening it down as he did so.

"Well you're here" I shrugged effortlessly. He stifled a laugh. Something I had never seen the real Jacob do. He walked over to John's table of tools eyeing them curiously as if he had never seen them before, though I knew that he had been down here before, he himself had entrapped me in this very room.

"not really though" he tipped the tip of the knife in my direction "I'm here which is a surprise to me I definitely thought it would be John or Faith that would replace me but I suppose guilt is a strong emotion" He pulled the chair across the old flooring. In the silence it shattered the atmosphere like glass, like nails dragging on chalk board louder and louder as it got closer to me. All at once it stopped and he sat himself down directly in front of me, face close enough that I could see the detailed colours of his iris. The blue and green that mingled to be that cyan colour.

"I have no guilt, I didn't kill you" I rolled my eyes in his general direction

"maybe not, but you killed your own brother" he made a fake gasp "who knows what else you're capable of?" he leaned back in the chair away from me. The edge of his knife rubbing along the side of his pants as he studied me.

"Just leave me alone" I averted my gaze to the ground. Content to stare at the flakes of dried blood along my skin. The tip of his combat knife trailed along my collarbone. He laughed to himself when he saw the twitch that my muscles involuntarily made from the cold metallic object. He would never leave me alone. I closed my eyes wanting to block him from my sight. I knew it wasn't real. Knew that Jacob was gone and no part of him lingered in this world. Though even as I told myself this I could feel his fingers lace around my legs slowly and softly pushing them aside. His fingers were a cold ghost of a feeling, like the wind had strongly and effortlessly been direct in its movements. In a lightening quick movement he hauled the chair I was tied to over to him. The seat of my chair smacked into his letting me know there was no space between us anymore.

"I can see right through your act, I always could and that's why I had to do what I did Abigail. You don't like to hear it but you're stronger now" he roughly grabbed my chin, squeezing it until I opened my eyes to look at him. He looked just like he always had. There was something in his eyes that I had never noticed before. Something I often saw in John but could never place. He rubbed his palm along his bearded jawline.