Abhor

Chapter 15

I was trapped in a glass room. I pressed my hands to each side as I tried to move the walls. I couldn't. I pushed harder and the walls wouldn't budge. I sat back against one of the walls and admired the hand prints I had just left on the glass. Where was I? And how did I get here? I looked around, through the glass, but my surroundings were all white. As if I was in the middle of now where. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a black figure. I whipped around so I was on the other side of the box. It was my dad. "Dad?" I yelled. He acted as if he hadn't heard me. I slammed my hand against the glass as I tried to get his attention. It ended up just being a muffled thud sound. I looked down at the bottom of the box to try and find away out. There was none. Just like the other walls, it was glass and had no signs of an exit. When I looked up to see my father, there was someone else there. As he walked he had someone thrown over his shoulder. The person kicked their legs and pounded their fists against his back. But he didn't seem to care. 

After my father was about ten feet away from me, he threw the person down the the ground. Her body hit the floor with a loud thud, and almost seemed to bounce a small bit. I squinted to get a closer look. She had blonde hair and wore jeans and a tee shirt. It was only until I looked into her brown eyes that I knew who it was. Emma. She looked up at my father, her eyes full of terror. She had dirt and dried blood smudged on her face. She tried to crawl away, but my father's foot connected with her back sending her to the floor once again. I'm not sure how, but I could hear her heart beat. It was beating faster and faster. I heard her breathing become heavy. "Emma!" I screamed.

 I slammed my palms against the glass walls that contained me, but she didn't even glance over my way. What on earth was going on? I tried screaming her name over and over again until my voice caught in my throat. My father reached down to the floor next to him and picked up an axe. It looked to be old. It had a wooden handle and was covered in rust and what looked to be blood. A tear was squeezed out of Emma's eye as it ran down her cheek. She couldn't possibly be scared of my dad. He wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. Would he? 

He took another step closer to Emma. This couldn't be happening. A small smile crawled upon my fathers face as he was closer and closer to where Emma lay scrambling to crawl away from him. "Time for you to go. Just like your mother" he taunted. My skin suddenly turned ice cold as I had a sudden realization. He was going to kill her. 

"Emma!" I screamed. I screamed her name over and over again. I screamed until my throat was raw. I slammed myself against the glass walls trying to find a way out but there was none. I couldn't do anything to save her. I screamed again, but it was too late. My father lifted the axe before bringing it down on Emma. And then he brought it down again, and again, and again. Her blood splattered on the glass box. I screamed as loud as I ever had, and ever would.

I sprung up, screaming. I felt arms wrap around me as they tried to calm me down. I thrashed around screaming. I was sweating and I couldn't breathe. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know anyone around me. Worst of all I didn't know where Emma was.  My scream began to die down as my voice gave out.

"You're okay" I heard a female voice soothe. My throat felt as if it had been ripped apart. My breathing began to slow, and my heart no longer felt as if it was going to explode out of my chest at any given moment. I looked around my surroundings completely and utterly confused. I was in a small room with beige green walls. There were a couple chairs lining the wall across from me. There was a night stand next to the small bed I was on. A small stream of light came through the window that lay on the wall behind my bed. Finally, I looked up at the woman who had been holding me down. I recognized her from somewhere. I wracked my brain trying to figure out who she was. Then I remembered. She was the nurse who had told me about Emma. I was in the hospital.