The Amendment

Chapter Eight

I walk in my dreams, a dark place surrounding my whole being. I can't see any light, I don't see hope. I sigh in defeat before turning around, not even sure what direction I'm facing or where I am.

"I hear you, Amethyst." A deep baritone voice rattles around in the space, and I slowly open my eyes after my dream, opening them to the cell. The ground is damp and the area smells of rotting wood and moldy swamp water as I frown and furrow my eyebrows. I move from my position on the hard ground as I feel my whole body ache, and I let out a low groan of pain.

"I vow never to sleep on hard ground again." I mumble before sitting up, my back cracking while releasing pressure. I make a grotesque face before standing, just to be struck by dizziness. I put a hand out to the hard wall to steady myself as the wave of nausea passes, and I shake my head.

"Some weird place this is." I say with a less-than-impressed face before I wonder how much time has passed, and I shrug as there's not much way to find out. I turn to the bars that hold me in, and I peer out to see absolutely nothing, just pitch black darkness. I stick my tongue out lazily, and then rest my head on one of the bars as I put my arms through. I swallow as my throat moves up and down on the cold bars, and I blow out a cold breath from my mouth as I mumble, "Any body out there who would like to talk?"

I laugh at my own joke, but it's a pathetic and gross laugh, one that tells me I'm going slightly nuts. I shake my head and then say, "Even if someone was there, I doubt they'd reply."

I rest my head on the bars as I hear a pitter-patter, and I suddenly become very hopeful at the sound of feet. The footsteps keep coming, but I don't see anyone in the dark. My mind starts playing tricks on me as I picture horrifying creatures that come down the darkness of the hall, and I sigh though I'm slightly entertained by my crazy mind.

The sound starts to get louder, and then I realize it's not footsteps at all as the stream of swamp water outside my cell starts growing. It fills out the small stream it has created in the rock floor, and starts flowing out onto the smooth ground. I watch with widening eyes as I realize the hole in the ceiling must be growing by a wide margin.

My mind wanders back to the building I'm in, and just before I entered the place, I saw I was heading into some place that was below tree height. I think about there's water coming in, and I realize I'm underneath a pond or swamp, the reason for the revolting smell and gushing water.

My heart speeds up at the thought of the whole pond draining into the building, and flashes of myself drowning files into my mind. I have never minded swimming or holding my breath for a long time in water, but the thought of drowning almost sends me into a panicked state. I guess it's also the thought that there is no possibility of rescue, and how I'm fully expecting to die. I just didn't think it would be by drowning in a cell.

"Dagon, now would really be the time to kill me." I say loudly, right before the increasing water sound grows, and I shut my eyes tightly before biting my lip. I open my eyes once again before grabbing onto the bars and shaking them like some rabid human, and I'm almost ready to scream in complete lack of sanity when a loud roar comes through my mind and bursting into my skull. It is unrecognizable, but it sounds painful. I feel myself start to hurt at the sound of the pain, and I wonder what on Earth could be going on in my mind.

"Would you shut up!" I yell, and thankfully, the mind-grating noise ceases and transforms to a low and throaty moan. It sends shivers down my spine as the deep sound resonates through the rest of my mind, and I sense that I know this person, just by the sound.

I wrack my brain as the sound of the deathly water keeps coming down, and my mind sticks on Jerod because I'm starting to get anxious. I hit my forehead with my palm and say, "Come on, Amethyst. Think of something. Anything, to save yourself."