All torn & Mixed up

Belief & Sacrifice

The light was brighter now, the bulb replaced not long ago. We have been here for a week or so, fear is starting to set in. Wondering to myself if David will keep us captive like his father before. I couldn't take it, not again. Not again. 

Mark yanked helplessly at the door, banging on the walls and trying to find an escape. While I knew better, sat on the bed. He looked over at me, his eyes frustrated. "Don't you want to get out? How cruel can he be, to keep us down here in the dark with no windows or anything?" I shifted my pale green gaze over to him. Dim and nearly lifeless. This place was nothing new to me. It hurt to think of my time in here before. "This is where I was. This is where Rick held me..all alone. No light, no people, for a year. I...I went crazy. And..you didn't even look for me.." 

I paused, I could hardly believe this, but I was forgiving him. How could I have ever expected him to search? I was but a blip in his life, and he deserved to move on. "But that's ok, I know that you care. I may not always feel like you do, but I know you do." 

Mark came and sat by me, the metal framed bed shook as he did. It was frail, and on the verge of breaking. " Well, this time you aren't alone." He tried to comfort me, letting me lean against him. This was little comfort to me though. I knew what I had to do. It wasn't something I wanted, or something that was easy. But I had to do it, it was the right thing. Mark was a young, handsome guy with so much ahead of him. I was an introvert with depression and so many troubles, practically no future. His life was more important, worth so much more than mine. 

If I could, I would do anything I could to save him from this place. "What's up?" he cocked his head at me. My face must have changed, he was looking at me strangely. "Nothing, what time is it?" he looked down at his watch, which still worked. "Seven, David should be here with our food soon." I smiled in thanks, that is what I was hoping. I needed to speak with him, the sooner the better. The less time it gave me to back out. The less I had to think about it. He was more important, he needed to live his life. He couldn't do that in here. 

The silence was full until the door swung open, David holding two plates of goo. He threw them down and I bounced off the bed. I rushed over to him, which took him by surprise. He pulled out a knife, but I put my hand on it. Looking him in his blue eyes, my pleading look made him understand that I wasn't trying to esacpe. "Can we make a deal?" I whispered. David looked over to Mark, who grabbed his plate and eyed us suspiciously. "What did you have in mind?" 

I took a deep breath, suming up all the love and courage I had. "Let him go. I wont fight you, I will not fight back when you kill me. Just...please let him go. He doesn't need this, you can kill me and disappear." 

David furrowed his brow, he was considering it. He looked at me, eyeing me up and down, then at Mark. He had never really spoken to Mark, other than ordering him at gunpoint. He shrugged "Sure, I never had anything against him, my qaurrel is with you. Ey! Mark, lets go." He waved his knife. 

Ushering both of us out of the room. I could barely see out side the room. The hallway was so dark. That was, until David clicked on a flashlight. He shone it in front of us, down at the other end of the corridor was a door. Heavy and metal, much like the one to our room. We moved fast, down the hall and opening the door in a moments notice. My heart started racing, it would be so easy to bolt for it. But, I knew I couldn’t do that. It was to risky, David could hurt Mark. As the door opened, the light was blinding, even though it was sunset, and the light was darker than it could be. It was bright to us, we hadn’t seen it in a week. 

“Go pretty boy.” David shoved Mark through the door. Mark whipped around, his dark hair was longer, and fluffed up from sleeping on the horrible mattress. He looked funny, homeless. “Lucy?” he questioned, his expression growing fearful and shocked as David went to close the door. “No!” 

Mark lunged back, roughly shoving the door, he wasn’t looking at David though. He was looking at me. Time seemed to slow down as he struggled to keep the door open. “What are you doing?” My eyes teared up. He was making this harder! It wasn’t hard enough saying goodbye and committing to not only a life in this dark place alone but to my death as well. He had to fight it, why. Why couldn’t he just let me go, let this place go. 

I grabbed Mark’s hand “Its for the best, let go, leave, move on. Don’t think of me, or this place, forget it ever happened and don’t ever look back. Its to late for me, I’m already lost Mark.” 

With great effort, I threw him away from the door, the last thing I saw was his face as the door slammed. And sadly, I turned around to be escorted back to my dark room. 

As I sat down on the bed, the door slamming, I ran my fingers along my arm. Feeling the vertical scar running down it. It was not my most proud moment, but it reminded me that I got out of here once. Which was a small comfort considering I knew the chances of escaping again were slim. David was not likely to make his father’s mistakes. 

A/N: Its not over, don't worry. Don't know when the next part will be out but look out for it :,D