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Toby
I open my eyes with sharp pains everywhere in my body. I look around and see nothing but darkness around me. I slowly move my hand to feel a hard cold surface. I sit up and notice a soft light. I slowly got up, instantly regretting moving at all. I fell backwards due to the pain, and am forced to lay back down again.
I lay there for what feels like forever until the light starts to come in more and the room turns into a dim dark gray. I sit up slowly and look around, seeing blood stains, big cloth bags that hang from the ceiling, and tall dark cabinets beside a bed with a similar bag laying on top of it. I stand up and walk up to the small beams of light coming from tiny windows near the ceiling. Not being able to see the outside I walk back over to the bed. I went to move the bag but when I went to pull up a sharp pain came in through my chest and forced me to put the bag back down.
I try again and manage to put it beside the bed on the ground, not having the strength to move it any further. I push the bed over and against the wall with the window. I slowly climb on top of the bed and stand up.
I peer through the small window and see that the window is almost level with the ground. I looked around and noticed I could see a clear view of a bridge and the wood line. I sit down and look around the dark room once more. I’m at Elder Rose’s.
I walk back over to the big cloth bags. As I get closer I begin to feel very unhinged. I move slower, filling with hesitation as I notice the giant pool of dry blood underneath them. I kneel down, softly and sit on my knees. I feel around one of the bags. It feels strange. In some places it feels as if I’m poking at someone’s ribs. I decided that I was probably wrong, however, curiosity flooded my mind and I felt around the bag until, at last, I found a way to open it. I lift up a small slip of cloth that covers a small zipper.
I pull the zipper, slowly. Releasing a horrible smell. Ugh! It smells awful! Like rotten eggs! I pull it the rest of the way open, holding my breath. To reveal a rotting corpse. Wha- My mind went blank, for as I looked into the rotting corpse’s empty eyes, I saw my mother. My mother…
It all makes sense! I stand up in horror and back away from my fallen mother. No one knows, because she brings the bodies down here! I must tell the townspeople! They must know of Elder Rose’s secrets. I have to get out of here! I cannot die down here! I look around, searching the quiet dark.
Then I notice something looking out of place, blending in with the wall, I notice that a dark colored tarp hangs from the ceiling. I slowly sit up and walk over to it, moving my hand across it. It feels rough and cold. I pat around and find the end. I move it carefully out of my way and peer behind it. Looking carefully, I noticed a dim light coming from somewhere I couldn’t see. Not knowing if it would fall or not, I slid myself onto the other side and stood in front of a set of old wooden steps, at the top stood an old wooden door with a dim light seeping from its small crevices.
I slowly walk up the steps, trying not to make any loud or noticeable noises. Small creaks follow with each landing of my feet. When I reach the door, I twist the handle and push with all my might, but the door didn’t even budge an inch.
Worry washes over me as the situation sinks into my mind. Aches and pains find their way all over my body followed by the coldness of the air on my bare skin. I started pounding on the door, slamming my knuckles as hard as I could. “HEY! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELLO!?”
My hands started to splinter and bleed but adrenaline and desperation filled my mind. I had to get out. I should have never trusted anyone but myself… If I hadn’t then none of this would have ever happened…
I bang and bang, over and over again on the door, not paying any attention to the blood running down my arms from my hands. I slowly start to feel myself become weak, and things around me start to shake and spin. I stop the banging and slowly drag my feet back to the bed.
I don’t know what hurts more, the sharp sting that throbs with my blood or the mental state that I am in. I guess talking to someone would help but there is no one to talk to in this town. Even if there was, I'm surely going to die here. Then again I can’t complain, this is all my fault. If I had only trusted myself…then Roy would have never come here. His parents would still be alive, and so would I. He would be safe…and I wouldn’t be trapped down here, left to die and surely rot. I really am going to die here aren’t I? Alone in the dark. Without anyone to know where I am. I am surely no more…
I lay down and look at the ceiling. I lift my arms up and place my hands down into my vision. I notice chips and pieces of the wooden door in my wrist and knuckles and cuts all over.
Before I could remove the wood and apply pressure to stop the bleeding everything in my mind went fuzzy and my thoughts rampaged. I’ll be forgotten….Classes will go on like normal. Roy will find someone else, someone he truly loves and someone that truly loves him back. Probably some pretty girl, they’ll grow up together and live happily ever after….And Roy will have long since forgotten about little old me. The young boy that once loved him, that he rejected without any sympathy. The one that he last saw jumping out of his own window, running off. The one that was announced dead but never found. The one that could still be alive but decided to never come out of the shadows. I honestly would rather die…
My mind goes blank, my thoughts coming to an end. I take a piece of sharp wood and rip it out of my wrist and stab myself with it in the same place that it had come. I immediately feel dizzy and sudden nausea. The coldness of my blood pouring slowly begins to be the only thing I feel to the last as the dim light coming across the ceiling slowly turned into a fuzzy gray and finally to a sudden darkness that faded with my consciousness.
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