It's Just Living | c.h

9- Figures

When I look up i notice it's a figure. A tall figure. But my vision is cut short due to the loss of light.

I wimper like a baby, I'm not normally this wipmish but would you be brave if someone grabbed you in a closset? I don't think so. The hold on me this thing has on me is unbelievably strong and its grip is so cold, like holding onto a bag of ice wrapped in a sheet of frozen yogart! And there I am wimpering.

Nothing is happening and I feel oddly awkward. When I am about to whimper again the thing speaks, I can now say it's a human this is what they say, "If you whimper one more time I wil--" The voice is strong, like they know what they are saying. Like they have had years of training for this one moment. Their voice never faulters and I am slightly threatened and intimidated.

"What... W-what..." My voice is opposite to his, shaky and untrustworthy. Great I sound so pathetic.

I know he is looking down at me because his torso, that I am pressed against (I'm not complaining), folds slightly, but I can't feel his breath. Maybe he's not looking at me.

"Stop panicking, you just need to keep quiet." He speaks down at me but his voice is now in a low whisper, but I can still hear him.

"I AM NOT PANIKING, YOU DID JUST GRAB ME!" I loose my temper in a silent fury of whispers. I pull my arm out of his reach revealing my bleeding hand, pulling away may not have been a great idea because i can feel the cut opening much more.

I realise that he is still standing over me so i turn around so he can't see my cut and also me in pain. I already look like a whimp. Looking down at my sore hand the blood shines in the darkness and a shot of pain serges through my hand.

Before I can do anything about my hand I am spun round with such force that it's almost a blur. I look up at him, my eyebrows knitted together in both frustration and anger. Who does he think he is?

I look up at him and notice his eyes are a deep shade of black. He is looking straight at my bloody hand.

I hear him mumble something but I can't quite work out what he is saying, something about seeing something?