Chapter 2
Her eyes drifted open, sweat drizzled down her body, another wretched nightmare, as expected.. The first she noticed was that the basement now had a slight glow from a wall, from the wall where the door was, at first Sheehan slightly panicked, thinking the men were back for another round of torture. She slumped back down into another unconscious position, closing her eyes lightly. Till she heard a raspy chuckle.. One of the men, he stood in front of her, leaning down and forcefully prying her left eye open. She stared up in fear. She saw the devilish smirk on his face.
"AW! Beruhige dich, Miss!" the man chuckled, taking his dirty hand from her eye, "Es ist keine Folter am Dienstag!" he laughed, taking a step back, pointing to a lantern, lit up by a flame, "Du kannst mit deinen Kumpels reden!" the man chuckled, pointing to the other man in the basement and laughing, Alexander was unconscious again, to Xrye's dismay, before she knew it, the man was gone with the slam of a door, her eyes were wide, fear crushing her hope of leaving the horrible hands of the gang members, it took her body some time to wake back up itself, and when it did, her chest felt like it was on fire while also being simultaneously stabbed and robbed from her, by now she also had developed a horrid headache, her mouth was as dry as a desert, her eyes had some gunk around them, her left eye which the mad man had pried open almost stuck itself shut, which was a struggle in itself to reopen, her right eye wasn't as lucky though, she tried to open it, but she couldn't, she used her chained had and reached as far as she could to her face, rubbing a slightly sticky paste from her eye, she brought her hand in front of her, having to both blink many times and push her hand away to focus on the blob. If her eye could get any wider, it would have, she saw a blurry stain of deep red blood on her finger, horror washed through her body, those men had taken her right eye while she slept, and she didn't feel anything at all. The senses on her face suddenly were working again, and she felt a slimy, sticky substance trickle from the socket of her right eye, she brought her hand back up and felt around it, to her horror, there were some stitches holding her eye shut, blood seeping from it.
She sighed, realising that this was her life now.. A trapped teenager, her childhood had been ruined from the start, no happy life for Xrye Bwettyina she guessed, no happy life forever, the only chance she might have is if she escapes.. Which isn't likely anymore, she knew the ministry had probably given up trying to search for her and ruled her off as dead.
Her eye glistened with new tears, her old ones stained her face, drying up through what she had presumed was the night, she lost all concept of time now, it could be day it could be night, the only thing she knew was that it wasn't torture Tuesday as the man had put it.. Which was good.. Was it Monday then? Friday? She didn't know, only hoping Tuesday wouldn't be coming quickly, she was quite enjoying the silent days of rotting away, barely any food or water. She took the slight hue of a golden glow from the lantern and decided to at least study her surrounds, she lost her sense of smell a while ago, which she found helpful, at first those gang men smelled horrible, stinging of an ungodly amount of body oder. At times at the start of her confinement, she wondered if the men had ever heard of a shower, she didn't dare ask the, it though they might have turned whatever day it was into torture Tuesday.
She slowly craned her neck to the right, looking at whoever else was there, she gasped as she spotted the decomposing body of Cassidy Moors, skin and flesh sliding from the corpse, making a squelching sound as it hit the floor, Cassidy's mouth hung inhumanly open, it looked like it would fall off any moment now, her eyes we're missing, empty holes in her head, dried up blood pooling from them, her clothes were hanging from her, she was very skinny, the skin tightly wrapping the bones, her skin was pale, some of her bones spiked out from her skin, blood was smeared over her skin, covering about a small pool of blood under the body. Her tongue had been pulled from her mouth, which was laying in the pool of blood, flies buzzed around the body, eating any flash which wasn't falling off or rotting. She was gagging at the sight.
She snatched her fuzzy gaze away when she heard a horrified gasp filter through the room, she stared at Alexander for a few odd seconds, she tried to speak but only managed a bunch of raspy coughs, her lungs fought desperately to stay intact, her broken rips spiking them each time she coughed hard, her ribs were on fire, her mind was racing with thoughts of how this could be her end. She coughed once again, finally stopping, her gazed down at the small spots of blood which now dribbled from her mouth, her gaze diverting back to Alexander, she could only manage a mutter, "Al-..Alexander..." she muttered.
Alexander looked horrible, he was pale and horrified looking, he managed to send her a small, friendly smile, "Hey... I forgot to mention earlier.. But I don't think I'll make it very far.." he began, a solemn look of horror and a mix of sadness furrowed his face, "One of the men came in earlier... And.. Said I was next.." he continued, looking down, glancing over at Cassidy's body, "I'm not sure when.. But I'd like to have a chat.. It might be my last.. But i want my last conversation to be a happy.. Happy one." he sent her a hopeful smile, he knew it was no use to see of she was okay. He saw how she was, and he knew it was a dumb question anyways.
She cracked a small smile, easily coughing again, once the coughing fit passed, she gazed back up with her one eye, "Su-sure..." she smiled halfheartedly, "So.." she began, "Who was your best friend..?" she asked, hoping for him to project a long tale for her to smile at.
He pondered for a few moments, smiling sadly, "My best friend..?" he asked, to which she nodded, it hurt her neck drastically to nod though she still did it, he smirked, "My best friend.." he repeated, she was sure if he could, then he would of have been rubbing his chin with thought, "My best friend.. His name was Willix.. Willix Handley.. A muggle born wizard.. Always stuck by my side.. I wonder where he's now.." he thought, "I think he could be looking for me.." he said sadly, his smile wavering, "Who's yours..?" he asked.
This made her stuck on a reply, she stared at the floor stained with old and new blood, then slowly shrugging, "I'm not very sure... I had many friends... It's a bit difficult to decide.." She answered, her voice sounding corse and ruff sounding, her tone was lost in thoughts. "I don't think I could ever pick a best friend.. They were all too.. Nice.." she smiled, before he knew it, the flame in the lantern had died out, the sign that they had to be quiet now, "I'll tell you later Alexander.." she said, "Goodnight, please be with-... With me when I-" her talkin was cut off by raspy coughs, "When I wake.." she said, hearing nothing as she dozed off to sleep..