Criers Mansion

I was only 13

The water is moving faster then I can see and my mind is loosing faster then the water. I start pounding on the glass with my fists, nothing. it's up to the top of my shins and I'm slushing around in the box and I fall a few times.
All I can hear now is my breathing and the sound of vibrating metal. The water finally reached my waist. It's rising faster and faster now. And I can't keep up. I try to stuff my jacket into the nozzle to plug it up but t keeps falling out. Now I'm using my feet and kicking the glass closest to the door. Time was running out. And so was my oxygen supply.
Chest. I'm reaching my hands up into the hole that the nozzle came out of. I got my fingers in a little but I just kept slipping. The water was rising up to my neck now. I started seeing images in black and white. Pictures, memories, moments of my child hood.
The first image I saw was the two coffins side by side at the hospital, being transported into a cremation station. My parents, both died together in a car crash. They where coming back from renewing their wedding vows. I was In the car too, then someone hit us from the side and the whole front part of the car was gone. And so where my parents.
I finally buzzed back to earth and the water was up to my neck now. I start trying to hold my breathe and kick from underneath. Nothing. The next memory was of seeing Oliver for the first time ever. With his sweet British accent, his shaggy hair, his fire eyes of sky. God I hate him. The water finally reaches above my head and I swim up for one last breath. The whole box was filled.
My mind started freaking, I was going to die. I took one last strong hit to the glass with all my strength. My combat boots held up and finished the job. The glass splintered, then shattered. Then the whole box burst. I was free.
I lay there on the floor choking on water and sucking in air at the same time. I was soaked head to toe. But I didn't care, I was lucky to be alive. I looked around the room. No one else was in here. I run over to the grey table covered in different button. I pushed a few buttons, the shifting of metal traveled along the wall and stopped at the door. I swiped my hair out of my face and stood in front of the door ready to run. It slid by and revealed the hallway, but baldy and sweaty where standing right there.
I turn around and start picking up glass shards and pitching them at the two men. The glass cuts and rips at there skin. Baldy dives for my legs and I tumble to the ground hitting my head on the floor. I feel a sting of pain thrive threw my ear again. I get to my knees, then sweaty swings his foot and hits me right in my stomach. I hunch over holding in my pain, fighting tears. I struggle to break my hands free, but sweaty has a good hold on them.
"Hold on to her, I'll be right back with the boss." Baldy grunts, he brushes the glass shards off his shoulder and leaves the room with the door wide open.
"Let me go!" I scream. I realized that I was probably going to die when they got back.
"Not a chance," he winces, "The boss has something special for you since you didn't drown." I gave up.
Baldy and Oliver came back in the room. Baldy was carrying a navy blue case, and Oliver had gloves on.
"I thought I told you to stay here." The rage finally went to his head. He was sweaty and shaking.
"You didn't say anything like that," I mumbled to myself. He whips his hand threw the air and across my face. leaving a red welt on my cheek.
"Hanson, syringe now!" He extends his arm in Baldy's direction. Hanson must be his name.
Hanson takes out the syringe from the case along with a strange bottle, the syringe had to be about three inches long. It was so sharp the end twinkled in the dim light. He stuck it in a bottle full of a green sappy liquid. Pulled the handle out and the syringe filled all the way. I gulped watching Oliver take it from him, then turning back to face me.
"You where a great help Avalon, to bad you have to die." He spoke as if he was about to cry. I couldn't tell if he was serious or if it was the rage making him die inside. It made me think of my brother after mom and dad died. He stayed in America, with my drunken grandparents. I miss him so much. I felt like crying but I couldn't feel any more tears. I cried them all out.
Oliver grabbed the collar of my shirt, motioned it down and touched one of my vanes with his cold finger.
"Perfect." He smiled. He Squirted a little of the solution onto the skin of my neck.
I screamed as it sizzled and steamed on my skin. I was even more afraid of death then I was before when Oliver wasn't here in front of me. I felt some more tears travel down my face and dangle at my chin.
"Any last words," he sneered, chuckling a little.
"I hate you." I managed to get the words out before I lowered my head in shame, from being so blind.
I yelled out in pain as Oliver drove the syringe into the vane on my neck. The pain was unbearable. Out of my peripheral vision I could see he injected all of the poison.
Strange colors started flying in from all directions, flowers and circles, silhouettes of boys and girls danced around the room. All my pain was gone. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling and tension of my legs and arms free. The colors and shapes all walked away. Leaving me in a dark state. I laid my head down on the cold stone floor.
"Goodbye." I whispered as I floated away. Floated away into death. And to think, I was only thirteen.