The Safe House

12 - Trapped

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A/N:

Again... I'm sorry this took so long. And now I feel mean because this isnt that long!!!! But this is part is hectic. It's actually quite intense, and i hope that makes up for it. I feel like im going to be killed tomorrow, but. You know. I had to update and I'm sorry its so short. I had the storyboard and I was like ooo this is gonna be so good! but as i'm writing it, i realise im really bad at making storyboards. So I had to morph parts into one and it still isnt long enough. BUT I COULDNT LEAVE YOU FOR ANOTHER MONTH OR SO HAHAHA SO I HAD TO UPDATE.

I really hope you enjoy this part!

xx good luck

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I have to slow my running to a jog, which slows to a walk, which then slows to a stop. I need water. I feel lightheaded and nearly collapse a couple of times. I sit down on the side of the road and watch the cars going past. Street kids, smoking god knows what and drinking, would look at me from across the street. Older people would look at me with fake sympathy but keep walking past me. I looked like a mess, the cut still in my stomach. It had scarred over now, but it still hurt like hell.

Taking in a deep breath, I slowly stand up, black spots clouding my eyes. The pavement is warm under my bare feet from the sun. I start to walk with uncertain steps and stumble occasionally. The pain in my stomach, hunger and cut, won’t stop and I have to pause my walking and try to subside the pain. Someone, wearing black jeans, and a black hoodie with a Bring Me The Horizon logo on it starts walking past me. Cody.

I stop and look up. He stopped a few inches in front of me and I can see the back of his brown hair. His sleeves are down and his hands shoved in his pockets. “Cody?” I speak, but my voice comes out husky from the lack of water. My throat catches fire as I speak. “Cody, turn around.” He turns, but to my disappointment, it isn’t him. A man that I have never seen before in my life walks back to me. I step back wearily and fall back. I look up groggily at him, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. The man leans over me and pulls out a cloth.

“No. Please don’t!” But apparently this guy doesn’t understand what ‘no’ means. He places the cloth over my nose and mouth and my eyes fall shut.

*****

I wake in almost pitch-black darkness. There is a window higher than my head that lets in a tiny stream of moonlight. My arms were chained above my head and my knees were on the floor, my butt barely touching the floor. Besides my lack of drinking and eating, I feel more energized than ever. “Hey! Who’s out there?” My throat doesn’t line with fire, even though I scream. “Let me out of here!”

I scream out obscenities for I don’t know how long before I hear something squirt. “What was that?” The air becomes denser and harder to breath. I start gasping for air, trying to breath. My eyes become heavy again and I’m soon out again. Someone obviously doesn’t want me around, but doesn’t want me dead.

*****

My eyes open again, revealing a lightened room. I’m sitting in a very narrow room with a wall behind my head and bars in front. I could touch the bars if I stretched my leg out far enough. I notice a figure next to me, in the same position as I, with his hands above his head. Tattoos line his arms and his dark hair flops over his face.

Cody is trapped with me. His eyes are shut. He must have been blacked out when the smoke made the air heavier. Or maybe he is asleep. “Hey,” I whisper, just in case he was asleep. “Hey, Cody? Are you asleep?”