Live or Dead

Chapter Two: Slide

 It was friday night. I only knew that because Karina told me it was. I was stuck in this pitch dark nightmare for hundreds of years and the horror of that was driving me insane. But Karina's voice pulled me back to reality when she talked about... well everything. I enjoyed the conversations she tried to have with me. I in a way watched her grow up even though I could not see her or do anything I remember her infant cries. her baby babble as she crawled near me. The kiss when she was only barely out of toddler stage. Listening to her talk to me since she was the age seven. 

Then when she turned tweleve she realized the cruel world and I listened to her cry a lot.

When she turned sixteen I heard worse things. A loud smack and her gasp. Her future husband yelling at her, beating her. Her father throwing things at her when she tried to have a conversation with him. With each passing day the sounds, the talking it became worse. 

But why should I care? She was a Vantrar. I should enjoy the sounds of her being in pain. But I didn't. Because she didn't want to be a Vantrar. 

This night was bad though I heard things crashing and her boyfriend screaming at her. Trying to control her. Then dead silence. Minutes. Maybe hours passed then my case opened and I smelled the strong scent of blood. I heard her sniffle. Then her hand was in mine and I felt her face in my chest sobbing. I was glad I was sedated so my heart wouldn't race or so she could feel me deeply sigh as she did that. Because those would of been my uncontrolled movements if I could. 

I felt her tears on my sweater. I wish I could move even the slightest. Anything. But I couldn't do a thing. And once again I felt myself slipping into madness.

Then I heard her voice and I was brought back.I listened to her try to be normal and talk to me about her day. 

After a few more moments all of that was ruined. 

I heard her future husband's voice again. She was finally caught spending time with me.
I heard her screaming, I felt her hand squeeze mine and then she was ripped from me and I heard him beating her into the ground.
My heart was racing...

It was literally racing.
My fingers were twitching.
With each time he struck her I felt myself moving. I thought it was my imagination but...

My eyes opened and my head turned to see a young black haired girl drench in blood with bruises all over her on the floor dying and a man standing before her his sleeves rolled up and striking her. They didn't notice me.
If I kicked the glass? Would I evn have the strength?
I kicked. Almost.
I slammed my boot into the glass one more time and the glass shattered above me I quickly rolled out of the way onto the floor.
Now I had their attention.

I lost my voice. I forgot how to talk. But they were both staring at me in shock. The man turned to me and glared.

"Look whose up."

I smiled and grabbed the largest piece of glasss and then aimed it right for his throat and threw and even though my voice barely came out in a croaky whisper I said what I wanted as I watched blood splurt out of this throat where the glass sliced into him. "Look whose dead."