Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.15 - Allies

"Hey! Watch it!" I growled when one of the baggers shoved me into the pit and made me fall towards the ground on my knees when I landed. But he merely ignored me before locking the gate behind him.

I've wasn't near a slammer often, much less in it and took my time looking around since there was no one else with me. The gladers dug a hole that was tall enough for people to stand inside of it; there also walls separating the huge holes into smaller rooms. A roof was built over the wall and there was a small window at the opposite the bar that trapped its prisoners in.

Confinement.

Exactly what I needed to kill myself with my own thoughts. 

A shudder ran through my body and I whipped around quickly, expecting something with a pair of red eyes looking at me in the dark. But there was nothing behind me. I was confined within the walls of this room and I felt claustrophobic. The slammer was pitch black with a bit of light streaming in. I backed away from the door and into the dark as I convinced myself that if I was the one sitting in the darkest corner, there was nothing else in this jail with me. While I was backing away, my hands brushed against something and a sharp scream erupted from me. My legs lost their footing and I fell towards the ground on my butt.

There's nothing in here. There's nothing in here! I'm safe! There's nothing in here with me.

I remained still in my position for a long time before moving again to approach the shadow that was as still as I was. My fingers touched the object and it remained unmoving. Sucking in a deep breath and closing my eyes, I pulled the object away from the dark corner and clamped my hand against my mouth to refrain myself from screaming.

I let out a loud laugh when I saw it was a wooden chair. Its legs were uneven, not that I would be sitting on it anyway. It'll be weird.

And then I buried my face into my hands and start to sob. My breathing pattern became ragged and the strength left my legs. I was quiet, afraid if I make too much noise, a creature from the dark will jump out and kill me. And my sobbing stopped. I was able to stop myself from crying for a moment before the bridge of my nose pricked again. And I let myself continue sobbing.

I have no idea how long I've been crying, but in the mist of it, I was cursing Gally for not telling me his way to stop himself from crying earlier. I could be wrong about him crying, but it was something else to think about at least.

"Stop shucking crying Primrose!" I wiped the tears away from my eyes angrily before pulling my knees up and burying my face in them. But the tears wouldn't stop.

"You can't afford to be crying. Crying shows that you're weak."

"I want T -hic! Thomas!" I whispered to myself as I tried to control my hiccups. "I wan -hic! Thomas! Thomas! Thomas, help me!"

But thinking about Thomas seemed to make me cry harder. I tried to remember what he looks like and imagine him comforting me. But all I could remember now was his name, and I haven't got the slightest clue of who he is to me. I didn't know how long I sat there crying but I cried until there were no tears left. I didn't move from my position and stared into space instead.

"Please don't cry."

I called out for the voice inside my head, I was in so much panic earlier and didn't manage to hear if the voice belonged to a male or a female, but I know for sure it wasn't my head talking to me.

"Thomas?" I tried again. "Thomas, is that you?"

No answer.

"Okay Primrose, if Thomas doesn't talk to you in your head, it means you're strong enough to face the bloody problem by yourself." I told myself sternly before propping myself up against the wall and started to draw random things on the soil with the small stick that I found on the ground.