Give Me A Reason

Chapter Six

Guys! I missed you! Nah jk Ive been here the whole time Im just rlly dumb and didnt update. Sorry if my writing sounds different, I feel that I've improved a lot! Thanks for being here and reading this, I couldn't be anymore happier that you are :)

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"Sadie?" I whispered, collapsing to the ground. I felt myself struggling for air. The tall, strong girl that I've known for years lay curled up into a ball on the ground. Her eyes were wide and terribly bloodshot. I found myself staring directly at the pure black duck tape that sealed her mouth as her lips struggled to move.

Anger boiled up into my brain. Psycho did this-he did this.

I shot my head around towards the owner of the shadow that stood over me. Tears gathered in my eyes as I found myself having the desire to kill him. Kill him in the most terrible way possible. But it was hard to kill someone that was already trying to do the same to you.

I managed to promise myself that I would kill him someday, even if it meant risking my own life. But promises were hard to keep, and they were costly.

"Let her go," I managed to choke out. For the first time I could see his eyes- the cold, gray eyes that couldn't even see all the pain that was being caused.

"But, you see, Caden, I got her for you," he spoke, moving his arm from around his back. In the light, a long piece of metal followed in his hand. I saw the blade shimmer in the bright light. I turned my head back to Sadie, tears rushing down her pale cheeks. The sight of her condition made me want to gather her frail body into my arms. But the knife only a few feet away warned me to stay put.

"What do you mean?" I cried, my breath shaky with each inhale. Slowly I dipped to the ground, landing on my bruised knees. I stared at Sadie, reaching my arms out to her. My hands shook wildly only a few inches from her limp arms. I pulled them back hesitantly, knowing she could not touch me and I could not touch her. I knew now that this was the worst think you could ever see: Someone you loved so much, scared and fearful of what was to come.

"This is First Phase, see?" He replied, sticking the knife out to me. He wavered it lightly, turning it back and forth to expose the thick shine of the blade once more.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, uncomfortably staring up towards Psycho. The knife slowly made its way down to my hand, in which was opened in my lap. he set it onto my palm in a horizontal line, the cold metal burning my skin.

"Kill her."

I choked on the words. It felt as if everything came rushing down onto my stomach so quickly that I dry heaved, curling over. I heard him let out a loud, amused chuckle. He was amused. Amused that I was lying next to my best friend, getting orders to kill her. Finally the anger took over as a clutched the knife, swinging it around to Psycho's leg. I aimed for any part of his body that I could reach. But I abruptly stopped, feeling a cool object pressing against my skull. It struck the side of my scalp with such force, causing me to crawl backwards. My hair flipped, the knotty mess tangling onto my face, sticking to the tears. My heart pounded as I unleashed the knife, the clatter of it to the wooden floor.

"I wouldn't play any games with me, Caden. Sometimes torture is worse than death itself," he said, pulling the gun back. "Now pick up the knife."

I did as I was told, wrapping my fingers around the handle. I brought down the desire to bring it to my head and just end it all right there. But I couldn't leave Sadie. Just to have Sadie watch me die, and then see life flash before her eyes. God, no.

"See the black dot on her forehead? Bring the knife there," he said, as if it was instructions on how to make a craft. I shook my head, curling my lip in to keep myself from choking again. The tears fled down like raindrops as I shut my eyes, pretending like this was never happening. Like maybe Sadie was at home, sitting on her couch with her brother. Like maybe I was at home, waking up to see my parents home. That everything was okay.

"Caden," I could here my mom say. It was a fine whisper. "Everything is going to be alright." She would sing it a little note, and then mumble the rest of the tune. The way she would cradle me as a child, back and forth and side to side. Her heartbeat slow and comforting as ever.

"Caden." I snapped my eyes open, a small spark of hope that the voice was actually my mothers. But, as a conclusion, she was nowhere in sight.

"Do it, or else First Phase won't be over," he said. I found myself wondering what the Phases meant. What was the point? Why was it like this? What did I do to be here? What was going to happen to me?

"I can't," I whimpered. My lips trembled as I stared into Sadie's eyes, her dark pupils filled with the sadness that seemed to flood into me as well. It was a relief to see her here, but not in this way. She nodded, as if it was okay for what I had to do. Like she was encouraging me. It wasn't something I had to do. Maybe there was a way out of this.

"If you don't, I'll do it," said Psycho, his voice like a whisper behind me. The knife was still wrapped around my bony, shaky, fingers.

"Why can't it be me?" I cried, raising the knife to my chest. I pressed the end to my heart. What would happen if I actually did it? Would he keep Sadie and make her kill someone?

"Because sometimes torture is worse than death itself. Especially when it lasts for a very long time. Which would be Sadie's fate," he explained, kneeling down to my height. Sadie curled herself into a ball, watching every move him and I took. He reached down to her face, pulling a strand of hair from her cheek. I could see her hands struggle through the duck tape, fighting for a release.

After a few seconds, only the cries of us girls could be heard. It was startling when he spoke.

"Do it," he growled, standing up again.

I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer. That I would actually have to do this. I scooted closer to Sadie, her eyes closed. I knew I was aloud to touch her this time, even though the clock was ticking. I wrapped my free hand around her tangled hands, holding them tightly. She opened up her eyes, the sorrow and the tears all mixed together.

"I'm sorry, Sadie. I- I love you. I'll never forgive myself, ever," I bowed my head, squeezing her hands. She squeezed back, making me look up. She nodded again, making more tears drip from my eyes.

But before anything could happen, a loud pop went through the room, causing my ears to explode into a ring. Millions of tiny droplets of red sprayed into my face, causing me to slam my eyes shut in protection.

The metallic taste suddenly threw me over the edge, realizing it was blood.