Number of Death

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Nothing was better. Nothing was worse. At least not yet. I couldn’t see and my wrist were itchy. I thought back to the time when I had no hope. When I’d stare down at my wrist and thighs everyday. Wearing hoodies and jeans in the summer. Afraid. Excuses always being made. Faking the smiles holding back the tears. Thinking no one could help me and I was just a lost cause. But not anymore. Grant made me feel some type of way. He made me feel important, wanted, loved, cared for. He made me feel like a human being. I remember when he saw the scars carved into my skin. He looked at me with shame and distress. I looked down and started to tear up. He put his finger on my chin and lifted my head up. He asked me “Why? Was it worth it. You don’t have a bad life. If anything it’s perfect.” He barely knew me and there was things I had told him which made my reasons. I loved him and I knew he loved me. I didn’t like the fact I was harming myself but I didn’t know what to do. One time I came to school with a hoodie on and Grant took me immediately outside. He rolled my sleeves up and looked at me. I was ashamed and mad at myself. I promised to him then I would never do it again. We hugged and moved on. 

It wasn’t long before a bag was removed from my head. Seeing Grant sitting in front of me. A man stood high above me and looked at me stern. I turned away and looked at Grant. He was crying again. It hurt me to see him cry, to know all the things he has going through and how I felt I couldn’t help him. I knew he needed help and all I wanted to do was talk to him. He mumbled something to me but I couldn’t hear him. He mumbled it again until I made the words out. “I love you.” I started crying and hung my head down. The man grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I cried in pain. “Keep your head up.” The man said. He walked to the door and let someone in. A woman dressed nicely with a clipboard in hand. “Hello beautiful lady how are you?” She asked me. “I’m destroyed.” I mumbled. “Pardon me?” She said. She removed the cloth from my mouth. “I’m destroyed I said.” “Oh that’s good and how about you young man?” She removed the cloth from his mouth too. “Hopeless.” He answered. “Wonderful. So who wants to know what’s going to happen?” She said in a delightful mood. I didn’t want to know what was happening. I just didn’t. 

“Well, here at KTA we like to Kill Them All. You will be tortured until you take your last breath.” She made it sound less worse than it was. She said it like she was proud and excited. I bite my tongue at her words. Grant screamed and cried struggling to get out of his chair. The zip ties around his wrist cut deeper.  “Don’t struggle sweetie only makes this harder.” The woman said. I could have sworn she was the spawn of Satan. She had no sympathy. “Why are you doing this? Does it make you feel good? Is it worth it? What happened in your life so bad in which you have to make others suffer?” I asked her. She looked at me blankly. When I realized those words I said were the same words Grant had told me about harming myself. She walked towards me and I stared into her eyes. “Guards leave!” The guards left. She started crying. “You want to know why?” “Yes. Proceed.” She sniffled in and straightened her posture. “My father taught me this was life. But I always disagreed. My mother and father loved each other dearly. I was an only child and I was saddened at the fact that we all ate people for a living.”

“It wasn’t until one night at dinner I noticed my mother was missing. “Daddy, where’s mommy?” I asked him. “Is the food delicious Susan?” He asked me. I nodded my head yes. I realized after a while there was a hairpin in my bowl. This hairpin was a one of a kind my mother only wore. I threw my spoon to the ground and left. I wanted revenge on my father so bad I killed him. And I ate him. Ever since I felt it was right.” I was shocked at her story. I could see Grant had thought intensely about it. “You know theres a way to fix this right?” I told her. “You can just stop.” She looked at Grant and walked towards him. He wiggled from side to side until his chair fell over and his head hit to the concrete knocking him out. “Grant!” I said as he fell over. Blood started running from his head. That was it. He was dead.