Sleep on it
3 YEARS LATER
Elijah POV
3 years have passed since Amelia’s death and nothing has been the same.
I wake from my blank stare with the roof in defeat and sit up slowly on my bed that I have only slept on 6 times in 3 years. That being said, I only lay, sit and stand on to find any cracks in the roof in hopes of it falling down on me if I break it more.
I like to stare at the dried up blood in the shape of circles on the roof. 4 of them, lined up perfectly into a punch. I examine each one over and remind myself why each and everyone came to be.
I look down at my bed finding and examine.
It’s a small single bed, like the one’s in those orphanage movies. It’s not long enough, so my legs, just below my calves hang and there’s no sheet on the mattress. Although I don’t have either of these, I know a white blanket would be going brown and a pillow would be yellow by now.
The wooden floor boards creak as I stand fully with struggle, only to walk three steps to the wall on my right and mark another day with a single stroke of a given chalk along with the other 1095 lines.
“3 days to new years” Bored, I sigh to myself and roll my eyes
I look in the blood stained mirror on the same wall as the door to my left and see someone completely different. The dark bags under my eyes grow bigger every night, my once neatly kept hair is overgrown and a beard is covering my chin and a bit of my neck.
If you couldn’t already tell, Kupah has locked me in his special rooms for prisoners. He’s tortured me but refuses to kill me because the guilt of Amelia’s death is more painful then any torture technique. He is right.
He left that mirror in here because he said every time I would look in that mirror, I would hate myself even more and no matter how many times I try to break or smash it, it will never even crack. He is right.
Once I’ve finished feeling disgusted, I turn away and sit against the wall. I stare at my scar covered thighs and notice how much smaller my muscle has become.
It’s been 3 days without food or water but this is nothing. They’ve once left me starving for nearly 20 days. He came in after that laughing because he forgot and he found it hilarious that I looked half dead on the ground.
A hard shove opening the door distracts me from my daze but I don’t bother to look up.
Heavy footstep sounds are heard walking at a medium pace deeper inside the room.
Only then do I look up when his back is facing me and I watch as he looks down at the bed and frowns in disgust.
He gags
“What the mother- you could ask for a sheet you know” He moves away from it quickly and fully turns to me
“I have” I respond
“I know. I just want you to ask again so I can say no. Again.” He smiles
I say nothing
His smile drops and his face turns cold. He crouches down so he’s at my level but my eyes don’t shy away from his.
His fist tighten and I’m already ready for a hard collision but nothing.
“Get up.” He smiles again and stands up “You have visitors”
I frown in confusion as he starts to walk.
Angry, he slaps my face and shoves me up using my shoulder.
“Now princess, not forever”
With ‘help’, I’m up and out the door with Kupah following close behind. We walk through the same dark hallway and up some stairs as we enter a room I haven’t been brought into since I got stuck here.
I’ve been out a few times. Not to use the bathroom, no. There’s a long drop in my room. Yeah, it smells like shit, no shit. And it makes the rest of the room also smell like shit and so that means I also smell like shit because of the shit that I’ve shitted in the shit hole.
“Oh shit! He fucking stinks! Please don’t bring him in here.” That would be Christy
“Ohh he smells like the ass of a man I once fucked! It was really gross” Rhianna frowns in disgust
“Rhianna, for fucks sake’s please shut the fuck up ”
“What? I was gonna say my pet donkeys ass but that would’ve been weird” she frowns at her
“No no Rhianna that would’v- you know what never mind, just hurry up I wanna get outta here before I start to smell like shit”
“Yeah thanks guys” I downwards smile “I wouldn’t smell if I was allowed to-” Kupah punches my back “Allowed to use the water in my house because you know pipe damaged and something else happened and some poisonous water came in and now I-”
“Anyways!” Kupah interrupts ”Elena has run off and there’s only two people who know how to find her and I think we all know who they are”
The room goes quiet and the mood drops as most eyes sadden as he’s referring to Abbey and Amelia.
“Unfortunately, neither of them are here right now and by demand, not choice” he glares at me and looks away “It has been requested by the mother and father of Elena’s parents that Elijah will be joining us in finding her”
Everyone nods.
No one knows that Kupah is keeping me hostage. He told them all and forced me to agree, that I would stay at his house sometimes for emotional support.
Bullshit.
And I choose not to shower because the guilt is too much to do anything for myself along with eat and sleep.
Bullshit.
But if I ever got put in a situation that someone was threatening my life, no one would save me because they hate me for what I did.
I hate myself too.
Kupah continues
“Ava is on her way. She said not to wait so lets get started” He claps once signalling the beginning of this mission.
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