Into the light

Chapter 4 - Sam

Chapter 4 - Sam

I watched Clairse jump out the window. As she ran, I breathed in a sigh of relief as she made it to the forest. I could still hear all the voices outside the door that I had closed. The nosies all stopped and everything was still. Silence. The wind had stopped, the candle had even stopped flickering. Then there was a loud bang. The door was busted down. The next events were a blur, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I was being hit and there were many people around me. I could feel the pounding all along my face but I couldn't make it stop. As the men tied me up to the bed frame, I could hear a belt. And then the whipping began.

As the whipping continued, I cried out in agony. But the pain didn't stop. The people whipping me, my fellow co-workers told me to be quiet. As time went on, I did not stop yelling and screaming. Finally, they had enough, they grabbed a towel and tied it along my face and put it in my mouth. Then they began to hit me all over again. By this time, I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face. I knew my face was red and puffy. It still hurt. Charles's voice soon came up as he spoke in a tone I had never heard him use before. He sounded small as he said, "I think that's enough" his voice was scratchy and rough as he said this. All of a sudden, the beating stopped. The tormenter turned around and slapped Charles all along his face as he said, "Do not speak unless you're spoken to." he said. But the beating stopped. The tormenter walked away and I could hear him slam the door. Before he did though, he said "Let him go, he can face the world outside these walls all by himself." he stopped took one good look at me and said, "Good-riddins to that too."

As the days passed by, I came across a girl shaking in her sleep. I walked closer towards her and saw that it was Clarise. Her face had gone pale, and her body was as cold as ice. I started to shake her. She groaned. Luckily, Charles had given me a blanket, and I wrapped it around her so she would warm up. Her eyes fluttered open, and when she finally did open her eyes, they were foggy.

As she woke, she looked at me with a frightened expression, she examined me. She then asked, "What happened to you.'' When I didn't respond, she gently put her hand on my face. Even though the touch was soft, I winced. This time with more force, she said: "Who did this to you." After several long seconds, I stayed quiet. She quickly stood up, and she began to change shape. The dress that we had given her soon changed into a black leather bodysuit, her hair turned into a bob, with 2 long streaks in the front. Her once blond hair had changed to having different color streaks of blue, pink, and purple. She had a blade coming out of her pant pocket. And her make-up looked stunning. But with all of that, she looked scary. Especially when she began to spin and fly up in the air. And lights began to shoot out of her. She looked down at me and all of a sudden, she changed back and stumbled.