Chapter 108 Cold
My head hurts. Like, massive pulsing pain behind my eyes. I've had migraines before, that pulsing pain that hurts so damn bad I spew my guts out, but this is something different. This is even worse than when Aunt Beth bashed my head into a wall because I refused to turn over my money one time.
I'm cold. Shivering actually. I can feel every damn goosebump on my skin. There is a chill in the wind. I don't even know how there is wind in a fucking room, but there is. I feel like I've been left outside. But I know that's not right.
I wonder if I just keep my eyes closed, will I fall back to oblivion? Maybe I'll just never wake up again? That might be preferable to whatever the hell is going on now. I just want to die. I don't know what the hell is happening right now, but I know I don't want it to continue.
Maybe I'm just in another fucking nightmare and I need to wake the fuck up as soon as possible before it gets to the bad part.
My conscious is telling me something is wrong. I don't have to be fully awake to know this is not where I should be. Every instinct is telling me to get the hell outta here... Wherever the hell 'here' is. All I know is this is not a good place.
I'm not home... Not warm or safe. I'm not with my family. I'm alone and shivering in some musty smelling room, where the wind still cuts through the rattling windows. I think I'm going to die in here.
My heart rate picks up and I gasp. I'm not supposed to be here! I need to leave. I need to save myself. There are people out there who care about me and they don't want me here! I need to protect my family! I have to fucking leave!
I sit up, gasping as my eyes fly open. Fear crawls over every pour. This is worse than a fucking nightmare! So much worse! I'm fucking trapped! Literally.
I'm tied to a fucking wall with a rope and it's tight. The more I move my wrists, the more raw they are. I'm glad I have some slack, but that doesn't make me any freer. It just means I have a little bit of wiggle room.
I'm in a dark room. Every damn inch is thrown into shadows. The kind that makes you wonder if there are rats and spiders and snakes crawling around, just out of your sight. The only light is filtering through the cracked window.
I'm on a bed, if you can call it that. I think I'd call it a mattress on the floor. I can feel the damn springs poking up into my back. The smell makes me want to vomit... which might be part of the horrendous smell... There are stains on it that I really don't want to over analyze. It's sunken in, so I'm basically hitting the floor anyway.
It has a moldy pillow and that's about it. There are no sheets or blankets. Not even a damn pillow case. It's like someone went to the dump and rummaged around for the worst possible bed just to fill my head with scary thoughts.
I'm also naked... which explains why the hell I'm so fucking cold! I look around into the darkness and don't see my clothes. Why am I being kept on a fucking bed that smells like piss and mildew with no clothes on?
I curl up into a ball and wrap my arms around myself, trying to bring any warmth to myself, but it doesn't help much. I rub my frozen skin vigorously, hoping to get some blood flowing again. I would absolutely kill for my coat right now.
My coat. The one Rick just bought me the other day. It was red and it fit me perfectly. Rick teased me that it matched my cheeks, before he kissed me, making me flush so badly I turned red.
"See, now you match your coat!" he chuckled.
I don't even bother to fight the tears falling from my face. I'm alone and I'm fucking scared! I don't even know where the hell I am! I wish I understood how this happened. What did I do to deserve ending up like this? Was I a fucking psycho in my previous life?
All I've ever wanted to do was protect my sisters and be happy. Was that really too much to ask?
How did this happen anyway? I don't remember this room, or how the hell I ended up in here. Was I driven in a car? Dragged off? Carried in a magic bubble? Tossed through a portal? Just how the hell did this happen!?