Closer

My Whole Existence Is Flawed

All Adam had left to cling to was hope. Lawrence was gone, the only things left of him were the photos scattered across the floor, the wallet he had abandoned, the large puddle and trail of his blood, and his severed foot which remained chained to the pipe that had held him captive. He couldn't think about the bloody, discerped limb or he knew he'd be sick.

Huddled up against the pipes in the corner, Adam tried not to think about how disgusting the room smelled. A severed limb, decomposing corpse, and toilets full of shit didn't exactly make the room smell too pleasant. It also didn't help that he had stuck his hand into one of those toilets. Not that it really mattered anyway. Both of his arms - and a majority of the rest of his body - was covered in blood. Most of it had dried but the wound in his shoulder continued to slowly trickle the liquid. If only that was the only injury he had.

Aside from the bullet in his right shoulder, Adam's throat was ineffably raw and his right ankle was broken. After the light had been turned off and the door slid closed, the man had screamed for literal hours. He wanted out. He wanted to be set free. He wanted Lawrence to come back and save him. He wanted everything to simply be a horrendous dream. Once it had become obvious that he wasn't going to be freed, Adam had begun yanking at the chain, tugging his foot at all angles to try and free himself. He had ended up breaking his ankle, but not enough to crush the jutting bone so that he could slip his foot free of his shackles.

Thinking of the injury in his foot made Adam think of Lawrence. What if the doctor was there? What if the circumstances were different, albeit not by much? Would Lawrence wrap his injury? Explain to Adam what he had hurt in that condescending, nearly unbearable voice all doctors possessed? Would he leave Adam like he had done in reality? The thought made his stomach lurch and he forced himself to think of something else. Nothing positive came to mind and eventually, Adam fell asleep with the mental image of the severed foot that had been lost in the dark.

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How long had it been since the doctor had left? Hours? Days? It couldn't have been too long, but it still felt like it. The clock against the wall was lost in the darkness but it was all the same. Even if he had known the time, he had no way of knowing whether it was morning or night.

A deep growl sounded from within Adam's gut and he wrapped his good arm around his midsection, willing his angry stomach to relent to no avail. His body continued to sound its protest to the lack of food it was receiving, drawing a pained groan from Adam. Of all the problems he was currently having, hunger was not one he needed (not that he needed any more). A sick thought struck him and the thought alone was nearly enough to make him vomit. No, there was no way he could do it, not even if he wanted to (and he most definitely did not want to).

Agonizing hours passed with the pains in Adam's stomach only growing more intense. Where was Lawrence? He had to have escaped by now. Yes, yes, he has escaped! Adam told himself. He's telling the police right now and they'll be here to get me any minute! He wouldn't have to starve much longer. He wouldn't have to sit in the darkness, starving, cold, and covered in blood and tears and shit for much longer. Any minute now, the police and a medical team would appear to take him away from his hell. Any minute now.

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The incessant gnawing in his gut slowly compounded until Adam was nearly mad with hunger. However, though his stomach was begging to be fed, Adam still felt sick as he felt around in the darkness with his left hand until he found what he was looking for. A strong wave of nausea hit him and he had to force himself to take deep breaths to keep the feeling at bay. With shaking hands, the brunette ripped the clothing to better expose the body on the floor. Even though he couldn't see, he didn't need to see to know what he was doing. Quite frankly, he was exceedingly glad he couldn't see at the moment.