the last of her kind

Chapter 8

I walked casually. I didn't know whether it was a prank or not. If I ran in and it was a prank, then he would never let me live it down. Yes, he's an eight-year-old but he was a demon. When he was with Alya they were both the devil's spawn, they had no limits. The mischief they got up to would leave behind chaos and screams of their names.

"Will if this is a prank then," I think. "The consequences will be severe," I would tickle him. I knew all his weak spots that would have him screeching for mercy. What if he's lying on the ground in pain? What if it's daddy? No, it can't be him, he's been gone for six years.

I speed up my walk. I reached the door, I don't remember closing the door. I grabbed the door knob. It was cold to the touch. A cold aura was coming from behind the door. I don't understand why. It wasn't cold this morning.

Will is trapped in there. The thought came to me like a bulldozer. Something could be going wrong. I cannot lose him too.

I twisted on the door knob and pushed at the door. It was locked. I pushed and I shouted. I needed the spare key.

"Will! Will! Open the door. Please! I'll give you the pancakes, I won't touch them at all!" I pushed and banged on the door. I called for him, I called for anyone in the orphanage. I even called Alex, and I don't know why. I hate being weak, but without Will my world would collapse.

"Elise! Joaquin! I need you here! I need the spare key to my room, Will is trapped!" I could feel tears falling down my face. They came running. They looked alarmed, they haven't heard me raise my voice since that day six years ago.

"What's wrong?" Joaquin asked in his rough but soft voice. He was trying to calm me down, but it wasn't working.

"He's trapped! Get him out of there, please," I cried.

"We'll try." I didn't hear. I couldn't here. I was focused on Will and only on Will. Please give him back to me. Please God. I beg you. I'm sorry for what I said.

The fear is eating into me. I'm rotting away, and I don't know how to stop. It's all coming back to me. The screams, the shouts, whimpering, begging, crying, and all I want is it to stop. I could feel the terror grabbing a hold of me. I'm falling back into that hole. It twists and turns and holds me prisoner. I pull, pull, pull but they won't let go. The chains hold me tight. I'm choking on words, memories and tears. It hurts, I want it to stop, I want it to end. STOP!

I need him. My throats clogging up, but I still scream his name. All I can see is him.

Will.

Will.

Will.

My little brother.

"Will!" I'm calling you.

"Will!" Listen to me.

 "Will!" Come back! I need you.

Calm down Rose. He's fine. He's alright. Open your eyes. Look. Who's speaking to me? I don't recognise the voice. I don't believe him.

Open your eyes! Listen to your master!

My eyes flung open.