Give Me A Reason

Chapter Seven

If anyone really wanted to imagine the scene, here's a picture of the basement (except there is no window) It might be confusing when Caden talks about the fenced in area shes in, but just sorta imagine it like a jail only its fence, not metal bars. Sorry if thats confusing :/
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"Female's are so emotional," Psycho declared. I blinked a couple times, the blur not going away. My ears rang loudly, pounding against my head. I almost couldn't hear him from how loud the ring sounded. Nausea finally slammed into my stomach, leaving the only option of leaning over to heave onto the floor. I coughed and gasped, catching my breath painfully. I heard the muffled voice of him, the sound becoming distinct when my head came in contact with the floor.

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The first thing that happened when I opened my eyes was the awful pain in my ears, the ringing fading just slightly.

Looking around, I realized that I was back inside the fences in the other room. Of course.

Sadie. I sucked in my breath. What happened? Did he shoot her? Did I shoot her? These questions ran through my head, until I saw the thing in front of me.

"Oh my G-God," I crawled away quickly, my head hitting the side of the cot.

She was right in front of me. Her limp body sprawled out onto the gray floor. Her eyes were open, staring at me blankly. There was a large black hole in the center of her forehead. I shut my eyes, forcing the image of her to go away.

Go away, go away, go away. Sadie is not here. She is not dead.

I wish I wouldn't of opened my eyes again. Now the blood, splattered onto her light blue sweatshirt, was visible. It spread across her face, leaving tiny freckles of red. Pushing down the nausea that seemed to float up into my throat, I managed to speak.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I heard a voice beside me called amusingly,"It's not like she was a good person. Choose your friends more wisely, Caden."

"Shut up..." I whispered, not daring to remove my eyes from the floor.

"What was that?"

"Shut up," I said more louder, this time looking at Sadie.

I heard the gate unlock. He came through, passing the body. Coming towards me. I brought my arm over my face, shielding myself as he brought his hand up. Instead, I felt a kick in my gut, sending my back to the floor. I gasped, the pain shooting through my stomach.

He's going to kill me, I thought. This is it.

I felt nothing else, just the cold air around my skin and the pain that pounded inside my body. Maybe I'm already dead.

But it was Psycho's voice that made it clear: I was still breathing.

"Next time, let's not mouth off, okay?" It sounded so casual, as if it was a normal conversation with a friend. A friend.

Psycho said nothing else. He left the room, closing the gate behind him. I heard the door from the outside slam, leaving me alone.

I hoped I would die. How long have I been here? A few days? Weeks? Months? Did it really matter?

I felt another jolt of pain, this time in my ribs. Wincing, I placed a hand on my chest. Breathe, I screamed inside. To my lungs or to myself, I didn't know.

Becoming frustrated, I slid my hand carefully off the pain, letting it fall to the floor. Tears dripped from the sides of my eyes.
I slowly lost all hope, earlier than I expected.

I tilted my head to the side, looking at the floor. Only a few feet from my arm was the same dark blue tray. It had some kind of unfamiliar pasta on on side. Across from that was a small clear plastic cup of water.

Never did I realize how dry and sore my throat really was. The water seemed so tempting. I could almost here it call out to me. I moved my arm up quickly, reached for the tray. My fingers brushed the edge, making my stomach and throat ache even more. I was so close. It hurt to move anything in my body at this point, but I ignored it. I pushed my limbs harder, still unable to get a grip. Finally, I did. I reached over hurriedly, pulling it towards me. I wanted to smile, but the only thing I did was cry.

I took the cup, placing it gently onto my cracked lips. It slid down my throat, the cold liquid feeling so good. But only after a few seconds, the flow stopped. It was gone.

"Wh-what?" I asked, staring inside it. Only a few droplets surrounded the corners. I tapped on the back of the cup, allowing the last of it to drop into my mouth. I set it down onto the floor, forcing myself to forget about it.

It was another fifteen hours before I got my next cup of water.