Our Last Summer

Chapter 19: Danielle's Release

(Danielle's POV)

I pulled my hands harshly, rattling the chains around my hands. They were starting to dig into my skin each time I moved now and it felt like my whole body was numb. My ass hurt from sitting for days and days, and my legs and hands were hurting from the chains.

Not to mention the constant agony of having someone spoon-feed your food constantly because they won't let you go. Maybe they're smart in the aspect of not trusting Caroline and me, but it's fucking annoying. None of them realize that Caroline and I can be reasonable as soon as they let us go to kill Rebecca. All of our problems would be solved and we can get off of this island.

"Can you stop?" Caroline yelled at me as the chains rattled against the chair. I sighed and stopped wiggling in my seat, looking over at her.

"Why don't you get us out of here then?" I snapped back, not wanting to hear her whining voice.

"I can't over you rattling the chains. You're not going to break through them, idiot." I rolled my eyes and pulled at my arms again, still not succeeding.

"Use your powers then!" I shouted, wanting this boredom to end.

"Don't you think I've tried?" She yelled back, whipping her head toward me. Her face was dirty and her hair was matted. She looked awful and I'm sure I did too.

"Well, that's probably because your powers aren't as strong as mine." I bragged, hoping to get a rise out of her. If that's what got her out of the cell the first time then she can get out of these chains.

"If yours are so much better, then why don't you get us out of here?" She snapped, rolling her eyes at me. I shrugged and looked forward.

"Okay," I said, relaxing my body. The wind swirled around us and the items on the wall started to rattle. The chains started to shake under my hands and I smiled at a snapping sound. The chains crashed to the ground and I opened my eyes. I looked over at Caroline, smiling at my victory and freedom.

"If you could've done that all along, why didn't you do it?" She asked. I smiled and stood up, knowing I'd had the chance to get us out of there since they chained us to the chairs.

"I wanted them to think I'm done trying to kill Rebecca, but I can't stand to see their faces anymore. 'Oh, poor Danielle and Caroline. We'll get you out of this.' You know, that's just pathetic." I chuckle, rubbing my healing wrists. "All we're doing is trying to help them."

"Well, get me out of here." I placed my hands on my hips, pondering whether I wanted to or not. She was annoying the hell out of me and she's not nearly as powerful as I am.

"You know, I don't think I will. I think I'll go kill Rebecca and see you after I've saved everyone." I smiled, starting to walk to the big iron door.

"You can't just leave me in here," Caroline begged. I turned back to the iron door, but as I reached for the handle, I didn't feel cool metal. Instead, I felt nothing; my hand went right through it. Confusion spread across my face as I looked down at my hand.

"What?" I whispered. I looked up again and I was sitting on the big chair with chains wrapped around my arms and legs again.

"Danielle." A random voice said to me. I gasped and looked around, seeing nothing but darkness. "Danielle."

"Who's there?" I yelled, trying to understand what was happening.

"Danielle!"

My eyes shot open and I looked around lazily. My eyes were blurry and my body felt weak. It felt like my life was slowly getting sucked out of me and I had no idea where I was. I was thirsty and I should be healing. All of that was a dream.