Trapped

chapter 8

Chapter 8

           

                I woke up to the feeling of strong arms cradling me and felt my head resting on someone’s chest. I opened my eyes a little and saw that Sam was the one holding me, which confused me, and he was running which confused me even more. I didn’t have long to think about it though because consciousness escaped me and once again there was only black.

               The next time I woke up I wasn’t in Sam’s arms anymore but my head was resting in someone’s lap. I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were a pair of black sneakers. Sam’s sneakers. Ok so my head was resting in Sam’s lap. At least I had one piece of information. The room we were in was dark; the only light coming from the moonlight streaming through the dirty windows that were set high up on the walls. After a few minutes my vision adjusted to the darkness and I could see that we were in a warehouse of some sort. There was a large metal door on the far side of the room and it looked like it had a thick piece of wood pushed through the handles so that it couldn’t be opened from the outside.

             I sat up slowly so I wouldn’t wake Sam and I looked around the room. I spotted Ari stretched out next to Seth on the floor a few feet away. I spotted most of the others from our group but there were some missing. I counted all of the sleeping forms around me and confirmed my suspicion, there were seven people missing. What had happened to them? And that’s when I remembered the crazy man with the knife and I started to panic. How did I do that? I had seen the headless body of the crazy knife man fall to the ground so I knew he was dead. But what about the rest of his group? 

            I jumped when I heard Sam’s voice rough from sleep say, “Tessa. Are you ok?” I noticed that I had stood up without realizing it; I looked down at Sam seeing that his face was creased with worry and that’s what broke me. 

           “I killed that man.” I said quietly. I raked my hands through my hair and looked at Sam with wide pleading eyes. “How did I do that?” I asked softly. I felt hot tears pricking at the backs of my eyes.

          Sam looked at me with eyes full of concern, pity, and confusion. He didn’t have an answer for me. The tears I was trying to hold back started streaming down my face. A small sob ripped from my throat against my will. I felt my legs turn to jelly as I sank to the floor and stared at my hands resting in my lap, my tears flowing freely. I felt strong arms envelop me and Sam pulled me into his lap holding me like a child while sobs racked my body. My hands clutched at his shirt and my tears dampened his chest but he held on. Even when the sobs quieted and my tears slowed he still held me. I was perfectly content on staying there forever. Eventually I fell asleep wrapped in Sam’s arms.

           I woke up the next morning with Sam’s arms still wrapped around me and my head still resting on his chest. I tried to untangle myself from Sam without waking him but I failed miserably. He stirred then slowly opened his eyes. When he saw me he smiled. I tried to smile back but I imagine it looked more like a grimace. He lifted his arms above his head and stretched. I took the opportunity to scramble to my feet and out of his lap. I thought I saw a flash of hurt cross his face but it was gone before I could be sure. I wrapped my arms around myself suddenly feeling cold without Sam to keep me warm.

            I began to pace while trying to sort through the thoughts swirling around in my head. I eventually gave up and decided to look around the room. Some people were awake and talking quietly, but I caught a few throwing glances at me over their shoulders. I figured they were talking about me and what I did. My eyes eventually made it over to Ari and Seth. I saw them sitting across from each other talking. Ari’s back was to me so when Seth spotted me he pointed me out to Ari.