Trapped

Chapter 6

This hospital was making me insane.

I sat in my dim hospital room cradling myself, rocking back and forth. My throat still hurt like hell, but my headache was subsiding. I couldn't stop thinking about those text messages. I bet it was all in my head. I know I was over analyzing everything, but when you are repeatedly getting odd text messages from the same number daily, it's something that more then likely most people would over analyze.

I closed my eyes to try to sleep while listening to the soft music buzzing through my ears and the loud hospital beeps in the background. "This can't be real" I thought to myself. Maybe the more I thought it the more I would believe it. I heard the hospital door open abruptly, but I assumed it was just a nurse. They came to check my vitals and progress every half hour. I would check to see which nurse is was, but my eyelids felt so heavy I couldn't open them anyway. "It's just a coincidence!" I said with a slight chuckle, and the nurse probably thought I was mentally insane. But, maybe the more I said it aloud the easier it'd be to trick myself. Tricking myself into think I'm okay. "I'll be fine!" I practically shouted. Maybe if other people heard it, I would know I wasn't going crazy. "I'll be fine." I said again in a low whisper, but it was lost in the very same wind that took my breath away when the cloth was placed over my mouth.

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My first thought was breathlessness. I couldn't breathe. I don't know if it was because of the shock of being taken, or if it was physically challenging to breathe with the cloth over my mouth and nostrils. I assumed a combination of both.

My second thought was darkness. I was being carried, but something was placed over my head so it was pitch black. The dark frightened me to no end because you never know what you could find or who you could run into. More than anything it was because it was the unknown- and I feared what I didn't know.

My third thought was indeed fear.

Fear of who was running away with me, where I was going, what I was doing, and why I was doing it. I was not only fearful, but confused. Who ever I was with knew that I wasn't in the physical condition to fight myself.

I heard the beeps of monitors quickly fade away as then I soon heard distant traffic and thudding of footsteps against the pavement. I also heard someone breathing heavily as they ran with me. I tried to squirm around in their hands to make myself get out of their grip, but they were too strong, too powerful. I brought myself to let out some sort of sound or groan when I tried to speak. I couldn't make out words. So instead, I cried. Cried a lot. I thought about Luke and my mom. I wish Luke could come save me now. Make up for almost drowning and killing me.

I felt alone, surrounded by just darkness and my thoughts. I could hear mumbling in the back of my head, making me go crazy not knowing what they were saying. I couldn't feel anything, I didn't know If I was lying down or if I was sitting up. I couldn't move, all I could do was think and think and think. I thought for hours that could have been minutes, minutes that could have been years, years that could have been seconds. I was so absorbed in my thoughts I didn't notice when the voices got louder or when I felt a soft pinch in my arm.

But, when my eyes shot open and I gasped for breath, I noticed I wasn't in a hospital anymore. I was far, far away from everything I knew.

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I'd been staring at the only thing other then me and this metal bed in the room for about four hours now, and that was a clock. If I was to think that school was boring, then this would be sixteen times worse. My head seemed to spin faster with every passing second, and it was until the only door to the room opened that I actually held any emotion within me.

In general, To say I was frightened was an understatement. Sadly, what I saw walk through the door was much worse.

If I was sitting in my room at home and he casually walked through the door that would be normal. If I was doing my studies in the office and he casually walked in that would be normal. If I was making food in the kitchen and he casually walked in that would be normal.

This- this was not normal.

Strapped to a chair on the middle of an empty room was by no means 'normal', and neither was my brother casually walking in.

If he didn't have a smug grin on his face I would've thought he was trying to help me, but I knew better. I knew this disheveled boy was up to absolutely no good.

"Mums dead." He giggled.

I looked at him for a moment in his now ice cold eyes. "Stop lying and get me the fuck out of this chair Lucas or so help me god I will-"

"You'll what? Shave my head?"

I groaned in annoyance. "Luke can you please just stop whatever the hell kind of sick game this is and let me out?" I pleaded with the older boy.

"Mums dead" he repeated, a look of mock horror clouded his face before he blinked and now it was anger.

He's eyes snapped to meet mine and he quickly walked over to my chair. He placed his hands on the arm rest of the chair and leaned his face in close enough to mine that our noses slightly were touching.

"Mums dead because of you." He whispered in my ear. "Because of y-o-u. Her plane crashed because of you, Grey." He spat out my name like it was poison on his tounge.

I shook my head with much vigor, not believing a word he said. My blood began to boil, as I felt so many emotions engulf me.

"She's not dead Luke. Please get off me, your scaring me." I said to him, my voice was firm although tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Am I scaring you Grey? I've always wanted to have you, you know. I wanted you to be mine. Mommy always told me I couldn't have you, though. She said brothers are not supposed to like sisters 'that way'. But, she's dead now so who really gives a fuck, yeah?" He spoke raising his eyebrows along with the corners of his lips.

My lips were trembling and I was visibly shaking as he placed his hand on my waist. I squirmed at his touch but his grip was firm and he wouldn't let go.

"Luke, please. Please just let me out. Please Luke." I said before someone else walked into the room.

My heart leaped like it did every time I saw him. "Get your fucking hands off her" Kaleb spoke at Luke. His eyes were a pale green, and his shoulders were rising and falling heavily. "Kaleb" I said as a smile crept to my lips. I wasn't focused on the pain in my lungs or throat anymore, or the way I looked, or my house. I was focused on how fucked everything was. He really did love me. He came to save me, like my Prince Charming. When I thought that thought, I wish I could have taken it back, but I couldn't. I accepted the fact that I liked Kaleb. "Happy to see me?" He asked mockingly, and that's when I realized he was part of the plan as well.

Luke was now off me, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the gun in Kaleb's pocket. He must of saw me look at it, and my face turn white because he pulled it out almost immediately. "Are you scared of this sweetie?" He laughed resting the guns barrel on my chest, on the opposite side of my heart.

"You see, Grey" he began smiling getting closer, pushing the gun into me harder.

"I'll shoot you on this side of your chest, because you won't die right away. You'll suffer first, then bleed out, until that leads to your painful death" he said not breaking eye contact with me at all.

The way Kaleb looked at me was more intimidating then the gun touching my flesh.