Chapter #5 - An inch of hope
Head throbbing, eyes heavy, laying on the cold concrete ground. It must be morning because there's a small ray of sunlight shining through the barred window that hit my eyes making it hard to open them, but I can tell I'm in a cell.
Definitely not the way I thought I would be waking up on my 18th birthday.
The last thing I remember happening was the guards and the woman, and something about me being related to a person named....Nathaniel?
Who is he?
Where is he?
Is he even alive?
As I try to stand every bone in my body, every muscle, and tendon aches, causing me to grunt in pain as I use a hard concrete bench for support.
What happened to my body?
Was I beaten?
Managing to get myself to sit on the bench I lifted up my shirt to see if there was any sign of injuries or bruises but there was nothing.
Remembering that the woman must have injected me with something, I lifted my hands to a spot on my neck, maybe that's what's making my body feel like this.
As I lifted my head all I could see was the cell bars and a narrow hallway that followed beyond them, I closed my eyes as my mind began to drift off to space, wondering if I was ever going to get out of here, and thinking about the place I called home, tears started to run down my face, why did I have to be so STUPID? Why didn't I just listen to my keeper!!!
But what's done is done, my tears immediately stop flowing, cheeks wet. I put myself in this situation. This is my fault.
She was right, there's nothing but danger beyond 20 steps, NOTHING,
all that hope and excitement for n-
Someone's opening the cell, as I open my eyes it's the same guard from last night umm...., Tom I think it was, Tom Sanders?
As he walks in the cell I sit up as straight as my body will allow and transfer my gaze to the floor, head low.
He walks directly in front of me, gun at his side, as he begins to lift his hand to my face I flinch, preparing myself for a blow but nothing happens, he takes his hand and lifts up my chin. I closed my eyes again, if he was going to kill me, the last thing i would want to do was to look in his eyes.
" Look at me "
He says in a surprisingly calming and soothing voice, but I refuse.
" Look at me "
He repeats not changing his tone
I don't want him to lose patience and strick me, or even worse, so maybe if I comply I'll live longer, but boy, that's a really hard maybe. I open my eyes, and look directly into his light blue ones.
" I am not the enemy, I'm going to help you get out of here, okay?"
Why should I trust him?
" You should trust him because you have no other choice and he's the only inch of hope you have left"
My eyes widened
How did he know-?
Can he-?
Did he just read my thoughts?
What the hell is this? Talking glass, mind readers, magic doors? This doesn't make any sense.
" You'll get your answers to all those questions later, but right now let's say we get you out of here"
" o-ok "
This guy was the only drop of freedom I had left and I was not about to let it go to waste.
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