Blood Spill

Days go by like an endless tunnel, no light to be seen as I walk the train tracks. Every now and then a train will pass through the crowded tunnel. The ceiling drips with an unknown substance that I cannot recall in my time here. 

Losing the count of hours or minutes it’s been, the blood drips from the bones exposed at my ankles. The shackles clatter on the ground as I trek through the damning area. My footing broke and staggered, tripping over chains and lost hopes. 

The past haunting the minds of the young, the future haunting those of the old. Though in my age, the time of now haunts me, the orphaned present. Leaving in its wake its own presents gifted to the wanderers of the damned hellscape. 

Trains causing a disturbance in the presence of the rattling chains echoing in this tunnel. Conclusions leading the demons haunting the tunnels to madness, knowing they’ll never find one. The thought of a simple conclusion aching the hearts of the weak as they bleed. 

These weakened damned souls don’t deserve this place. It causes one to go insane as they wander and wander. Rare opportunities of a crossroad bringing a sense of fulfillment that drag you down. 

The hellish thought that another man other than my own, put me in this place so cold and unknown. Thoughts were so bitter that they plague my waking form with rage. Mankind tears apart the good and replaces the innocent with the evil. 

I was just a kid, now I stand in a tunnel repeatedly going in a sickening loop. The infinite drag of the chains tear my flesh and score my bones. The demons, not too far behind, feasting on my fractured soul. 

The bullet, an instant replay in my brain on a 24/7 loop. His sadistic pleasure in watching me suffer shakes me to my core. The demons have begun to mock me with the sounds of guns firing in the tunneled hellscape. 

A loud gunshot jolts me, my eyes slowly open and I blink from the harsh lighting. Of course, I'm back here in this fucking place. The lights flicker and in the distance, I can hear the loud thunder of a tropical storm.

I tense up instantly, sending pain through my now paralyzed body because of tensing my poor leg. I hiss slightly but jump when I hear the loud crack of lightning. I whimper loudly and the door slams open, my eyes flash over to the image of a doctor. 

Trying to move, trying to scream but to no email. My body froze in place as he walked in, with clicks of his dress shoes on the tile floor approaching my ice state. I look at him with uncertainty, fear in my gray slabbed eyes. 

His attention draws to my stasis, a lethal smirk grows onto his face as he hooks me up with items. I aim to scream but to no avail as the doctor attaches mysterious items to me only causing me to panic more. 

"Master Findear wants you ready for next week." He gropes the side of my face in a sexual manner as I try to pull away. I scream at the tops of my lungs in my head. After the torturous minute of him looking at me with hungry eyes, he pulls away. I shakily sigh inwards, 'I'm not a damn meal!' 

The fake doctor walks out of the room, closing the door softer than he had opened it. Days slowly begin to pass, the bi-daily check-ups are only used to sedate my paralysis further. My tears hold no bound as my eyes begin to feel sore and scratchy. 

The salty tears roll down my face and onto my thinning neck. Pain has begun to riddle my body, my bones aching, and blood flow constricting. It feels as though my stomach is eating away at itself. I taste copper in my mouth at some points as it slithers back down my dry throat. 

Ezekiel has not even bothered to visit me and I pray he still doesn't. The recent doctors have been getting overly touchy with their check-ins. Groping and rubbing me, the pain in my chest clawing away. With each passing second my chest grows more pained and sorrowful. 

Longing for something I'm too far from to recognize as I scream in my head. I have no clue as to what time or what day it is but I do know I have to get out. I ran away from what I once thought bad, now realized good, and I hate my stupidity. Mari, Antonio, even Damien, they were good and I threw it away! 

I should have never trusted a man I knew less than 10 minutes. I shouldn't have drug an innocent dog along with me too. I grit my teeth as tears continue to fall. I hope she's alright… Poor Venus did nothing wrong… 

My anger pumps through my veins, fuckers better not have done shit to the poor dog. I wish I could move so I could get the fuck out of this damn place. Am I cussing too much, or have I just heard too much? A bullet in my thigh and a numbed body has me feeling like a god on drugs.

Before this shit, I was only innocent by how I dressed, looked, and acted. Yet here the fuck I am, sitting here in a pile of garbage fake hospital high off fucking meds. Slowly as time ticks the pain from the bullet bleeds into my brain. The numbness fades and the pain returns as a satisfied smirk appears on my face. 

With shaky and slow movements I make my way out of my bed, evaluating the room. No windows and the door is most likely locked. Even if it was, it probably has a wired alarm system to keep me from just walking out. Though it couldn’t be the constant sound of footsteps outside the door has me thinking I wouldn’t get far with my leg along with so many eyes. 

With angered and staggered movements I keep quiet so as to not draw any attention to my room. Suddenly a rush of bile crawls up my throat. I hurl up warm dark red blood, at the sight, I vomit again and continue to gag. 

Blood drips from my mouth as footsteps heavily approach. My heartbeat races but the white noise bleeds through my thoughts and concentration. The puddle of vomit and blood on the floor ripples with each drop more. 

"I-I wish y-you were h-..here…" The door slams open and the room goes black.