Everything That Drowns Me

Chapter 9

*Eliza's POV*

I felt small. I felt weak. Everyone was staring at me and I hated it... I was going to look over at Ben for some kind of instruction, but instead, I was takled to the ground. The air was knocked out of me and I felt the weight of a grown man on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw that it was the one wearing the white mask. I felt the weight being shoved off me. Ben had walked over and knicked him.

"Ben!" He shouted. "W-What's wrong with you?? You c-can't bring a mortal here!"

"Relax Masky." He replied. Masky?...

"O-oh... He's going to be m-mad... Really mad..."

Ben sighed and grabbed my arm, pushing me into the direction of the stairs.

This house was huge... The "living room" had marble flooring with a few carpets and it had windows stretching over 10 ft. And in the middle of the room, was a beautiful chandalier. It looked like it had real diamonds, but I couldn't tell...

"Move it." Ben mumbled. I nodded and started walking.

"Look for the door that's painted green and has stab marks on it."

I nodded and walked further. I could still here their conversation. The echo in the large building made that possible.

"W-why can't you just listen for once! He'll make y-you pay for it!"

"Listen asshole. She's staying here for a while."

"B-Ben... Don't tell me she's-"

"NO! She's nothing like that... She's just different and I feel that she can come in handy."

Their conversation had ended, because I heard a door close and a frustrated sigh. Then footsteps coming up the stairs. I raced through the hallway and found the green door, rushing into the room. I didn't want to get in trouble for eavsdropping if he caught me.

I looked around the large bedroom. Wow... Dozens of gaming consoles filled the shelves. He had it all... X Box, PS2, NES...

But only one was plugged up. I walked closer to it and saw that it was a Nintendo 64, with a scratched up cartrige inside it.

"I know you're curious. And i'll tell you right now... Don't." I heard Ben's voice from the door.

"S-sorry..." I muttered, backing away from it. He walked through his room and looked for something in particular. He found what he was looking for and walked over to me.

"Let me see your arm." He said quietly.

I slowly shook my head, but he grabbed my bad arm and pulled up the sleeve to reveal the white gause I had wrapped around it. Without warning, he took off the bandages and poured alcohol on it. I screamed out from the pain, but he used his other hand to cover my mouth. I just sat there, whimpering and tearing up from the pain. He shoved me, sitting me down on his bed, as he sat beside me with a roll of new bandages. He worked quickly and carefully; within seconds, my arm was wrapped up again.

"Thanks..." I said quietly.

"It's not going to heal." He said simply. "I used black magic when I cut you... This way, I could track you. I can make sure you stay where you need to stay. It won't heal until I reverse it."

I stared at him with wide eyes.

"S-So it's just going to stay like this??"

"Until I can trust you, yes." He said, walking out of the room. "Oh and by the way, get used to the people here... You'll be around them for a long time."

After he walked out of the room, I made sure he was downstairs before I broke down. One tear appeared. Then another. And another.

Soon, I was a mess. Hope was going into single digits. Crying was the only thing that made it better. I wanted to talk to Alex... He always helped me. He was always there for me... Always.

I pulled out my laptop and checked the wifi conection... Nothing.

"Fuck!" I growled, wiping a few tears away. It was obvious that I wasn't getting out of here soon, let alone at all. Maybe this isn't real. Maybe it's just a dream or something. Maybe the infection in my arm is messing with my brain. Maybe... Oh forget it... This is real.

And there's no way i'm getting out of it alive.