I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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"Skylar." Someone called my name and my body shook as their hand on my shoulder tried to wake me up.
I groaned and kept my eyes closed. My body was hurting too much to stay awake.
"Skylar." They called again. The muffled voice started getting clearer as I started coming into consciousness.
My eyes slowly blinked open and I looked up at the dark figure that stood over the bed that I was laying on.
The sudden burning pain of my body set in, it felt like I was set on fire.
The room was too dark to see a face. "Skylar." They breathed out in relief. I squinted, trying hard to see who it was. They sounded weirdly familiar.
"Can you turn on a light or something?" I questioned, my voice strained from lack of use and pain.
The figure nodded their head and reached behind me, clicking on the light.
I closed my eyes as the burning pain of the light hit my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked up at the person.
Logan. Of course.
He looked down at me, guilt evident in his eyes. For once, he wasn't hiding it.
He reached for my hand and I allowed him. I still didn't blame him for it.
He looked down at our hands before letting his eyes drift to mine.
"I'm sorry, Sky." His voice was low, as if he thought others would hear him even though we were alone.
I squeezed his hand as much as I could. "I'm okay." I forced a smile and looked up into his eyes. "I told you, I don't blame you and I never will." I spoke softly like he did. Maybe they could hear us.
His eyes dropped to the floor. I squeezed his hand again. "What did they do to make you do that?" I questioned after a moment of silence.
He didn't look up at me. "They said either I do it, or they kill you."
I nodded my head and scooted over on the bed to make room. He looked at me as if I was crazy when I patted the space beside me.
"Sit." I demanded giving my best intimidating death glare.
He hesitated before giving in. I smiled as he sat next to me but tried to avoid touching me.
I grabbed his arm and pulled it over my shoulder before snuggling into his side.
He looked down at me and a small smile made its way onto his face.
I looked up at him and smiled, despite the pain that I was feeling. The pain that he caused.
"Who brought me in here?" I asked curiously.
He pointed at himself with his thumb and I chuckled. "Thank you, I really hated that room." I tried to lighten up the mood but I felt it shift into an awkward silence.
