Ghostly

Chapter Twelve

I momentarily forgot how to spell "Twelve"... anyways, VOTE!! WATTY AWARDS 2012!! PLEASE SUPPORT!! Thank you :)

{Chapter Twelve}

   The steel blade inched closer to my exposed forearm. I whimpered under Harrison's cold hand.

   Malice leaned his hideous, disfigured face towards mine, a terrifying grin stretched across his mouth, "Well, darling, looks like it's just you and me now,"

   Harrison coughed, and Malice rolled his eyes, annoyed, "And Harrison."

  I wanted to tell him off for calling me darling, but he probably would just do it more. My heart was pounding in my chest; I'm sure both Harrison and Malice could hear it. Malice turned to Harrison.

   "Remove your hand," he ordered. Harrison lifted his hand off of my lips. Finally, I could breathe the stale air easier and scream my head off.

   "You bastards! Let me go now!" I shouted. Malice laughed.

   "Now why would we do that?" he asked mockingly. He look the knife and held it to my arm, the tip digging dangerously into my skin. I inhaled sharply, closing my mouth.

   "Darling, you're going to tell us what the Illuminiabi are planning?" he said, gripping the handle tightly.

   Illuminiabi? What the hell is an Illuminiabi?

   "I-I don't know know! What's an Illumin-whatever!" I answered honestly. My fear was laced in my voice. Malice's eyes hardened, but a spark danced in them.

   "Wrong answer," he whispered. He plunged the dagger into my skin, making sure the cut wasn't deep enough to cause serious damage, but deep enough to cause pain burn through my arm. My eyes widened. I screamed like never before. Harrison turned away. I thrashed, causing the knife to sink lower. After what seemed like hours, Malice pulled out the knife. Tears soaked the mattress and trailed down my cheeks. My short-sleeved shirt and the mattress were stained with my crimson blood.

   "Let's try this again; what are the Illuminiabi planning?" Malice had an edge in his voice.

   "They didn't tell me anything!" I said, "I promise! I don't know anything!"

   Malice sighed, "You really don't know."

   Once again, he stabbed my arm with the already reddened knife. I let out another blood-curling scream.

   "Please- stop!"I begged, "I don't know! I don't know anything!"

   Malice just laughed, a cold, wicked laugh, and proceeded to move the knife through my arm, carving something into me. It was torture. I had never felt such pain.

   I finally couldn't take it. It was too much. I was loosing too much blood.

   I fainted.

   When I awoke, my arm was throbbing. I could tell that Malice and Harrison had left. Since I was still handcuffed, I couldn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to look at my arm.

   But my eyes had a mind of their own. They opened, and I stared at my arm. I nearly screamed again, but my throat was dry and hurting.

    "I see dead people" was crudely carved into my right arm in large slashes. Tears leaked out from my eyes again. They were sick.

   The blood was almost dried- leaving dark brownish red crusts around the cuts. I wanted to puke, but I was so hungry. I felt like I had eaten in days. I was miserable.