Mal
Two weeks ago I was a normal girl with a normal-ish life and no worries in the world or pain in my body. Two weeks was all it took for my whole world to be turned upside down. Two weeks and two people. If I had known my life would change so much and so much pain would come into it, I would have stayed away. I wouldn’t have stepped in and saved the day like I always did, I would have let someone else do it. But I didn’t.
Now looking up, through my tears, at the dark figure as they walked down the steps I knew the real meaning of fear. My arms are stretched out and bound to the thick concrete of the cellars wall. Thick iron chains left my writs raw and bleeding as they shifted against my tender skin over and over. I had long ago given up my struggles against my binds, since all that did was make the pain worse and cause the wounds to bleed. I had lost a lot of blood already, there was no need to lose more.
“Have you thought about my proposal?” The voice was sickly sweet and made me want to throw up.
“Ho to Hell.” I said my voice strong as I spit on the ground in front of them.
“You bitch! I was giving you a way out. And this is how you repay me?”
“I would never!”
“Well if that’s the way you want it to be. I can make sure no one wants you… So you will have no choice but to choose me.”
I saw the knife glint in the low light and felt my fear incase my whole being. I pulled on the chains as my instincts kicked in, but I had no escape. I was against the wall, my back pressed to the cool stone. I watched as the knife found its way to my arm and sliced it easily. The knife was sharp and cut through my skin just like it was passing through soft butter. I cried out and tried to pull away but I had nowhere to go, I was pushed against the wall. I screamed as the knife was pressed into my left forearm over and over carving out a word.
The tears were streaming down my face in rivers and my screams of pain didn’t stop the knife. My body trembled as the knife moved across my torso ripping through my shirt and to my right arm. I whimpered, a pathetic sound but I didn’t have the strength to be tough anymore.
“Oh, does it hurt? That’s how I feel on the inside Malory… This pain is nothing compared to the pain you have inflicted upon me.” The voice was a snarl.
“I never did anything to you!” I sobbed as they grabbed my left arm with the fresh cuts and squeezed.
“YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING TO ME? You did EVEYTHING to me! You were my EVERYTHING and you stepped on me like I was nothing more than dirt to you!” Our screams mixed as they squeezed my arm and blood dripped to the ground.
I could feel my head pounding as the pain sensors were working in over time for this new pain. My vision blurred and my head lulled forward. I fought against my body as it willed itself to pass out from the pain, but I knew if I did things would happen; bad things.
“If you hate me so much… Why don’t you just kill me?” I gasped my voice hushed as I pushed the words out around a scream.
“Oh Malory you clearly don’t understand why I did all of this. I want to be with you… Not kill you. I just wish you hadn’t made it this hard. You mean more to me than you do to him, why can’t you see it?”
“Shut up! You don’t know anything! You make me sick.”
“I make you sick? Well I’m all you have left now… I found something outside and decided to give it to you, but I’m no longer sure if I will.” I felt myself gasping for air as sobs racked my body.
“Please just let me go…” I said my voice cracking as I looked up at them.
“Now why would I do that my dear?” I could make out the green eyes behind the thick glasses as the hand reached out to stroke my hair and I flinched.
There was a thud from upstairs and I could see the rage return to those green eyes. I felt my body act on its own and shrink as far away as I could. I hoped that this anger wouldn’t retaliate to me. I watched as they moved to the steps and went up closing the door and leaving me in udder blackness once more.
I could hear muffled shouting from above me but I was too worn out to scream for help. I knew no one was here for me. A person had to be gone for twenty four hours before a full search would start, I knew that much from my dad and his work. The door at the top of the steps was flung open and a bundle was tossed down. A bundle with arms and legs that were bound as tightly as mine.
“I’ll be damned if you ruin this!” My captor yelled marching down the steps and strapping the new person to chair against the wall opposite me.
I struggled against my binds trying to help the new person, but it was no use. I watched in horror as the bag was removed from the head of the person and the shaggy black hair fell over the forehead of a boy I knew all too well.