17. Only the Darkness
Only the Darkness
He lay there with his eyes closed. He felt sick and his mind wasn’t working properly. He felt week and his head hurt. He didn’t know where he was or why he was where he was. He was afraid. He was scared.
He was lying on something hard and cold. It was rough and lumpy in places. It reminded him of concrete. The cold was seeping into him from the floor but he didn’t try to move. He didn’t think about staying still but his mind held him there while it checked to see that he was alright.
He listened and heard only his pulse and his own breathing. His ears adjusted to the quiet and he started to hear smaller sounds. Someone else was breathing. The sound was almost masked by his own breathing, but it was there.
There was another person here with him. The fear started to grow in him and he fought it. He knew that if he lost control his chance of survival would be slim to none. He listened to the breathing for a while, trying to work out where the other person was and what they were doing.
He frowned as he listened. It sounded like the other person was just as scared as he was. Maybe the other person in the room wasn’t the one who’d taken him. But he didn’t know who else would be in the room.
His head felt a little clearer. He didn’t know how long he’d been lying on the floor but he guessed it had been a few hours. He was thirsty and he needed to go to the toilet. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Blackness pressed in on him. His eyes couldn’t detect any light in the dark room. It was beyond any darkness he’d ever experienced before. His breath caught in his throat and he sat up, swinging his head from side to side, trying to find a speck of light.
As his eyes scanned the room for any sign of light his ears caught the sound of scraping off to one side of him. His head stopped moving and he tried to focus his eyes at the spot where he’d heard the sound. It was useless; there was no light to see by.
He knew there was someone in the room with him and from the sound of it they were more scared then he was. He got the feeling that they were scared of him more than anything else. He decided he’d try and talk to them.
“Hello?” his voice sounded raspy.
There was no answer but he thought he heard a whimper.
“Hello? Do you know where I am? The last thing I remember is being grabbed by some guy. Please answer me. I’m scared.”
“I’m scared too,” a girl’s voice said from across the room.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Jenna,” she said. “What’s yours?”
“Tommy,” he said.
He thought he heard her move a little closer to him. Her name was Jenna. That name rang a bell in his head but he couldn’t work out why it mattered to him. Then he remembered.
“You’re not Jenna Reigh?” he held his breath while he waited for her to reply.
“Yes,” she seemed about to say something else but instead she started sobbing.
The weight of the situation fell down onto Tommy in that moment. He knew what had happened. He knew who this girl was. She’d been missing for over a month and here she was in a dark room somewhere. She must’ve been taken just like he’d been. She’d been here a month.
He got onto his hands and knees and crawled over to her. He reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched away and then let him hug her. He didn’t know how she was feeling. He didn’t know if she’d been in this room alone for a month or not but he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to survive a month in the darkness.
After a while Jenna stopped crying.
“Have you been here alone for all this time?” Tommy asked her.
“Yes. He comes in sometimes. To look at me I think. But mostly he just pushes food in through the door.”
“You’ve been in the darkness like this for a month?”
“Has it been a month? I didn’t know how long I’d been here. It’s not always this dark. Sometimes I can actually see my hands.”
“Do you know who he is?” Tommy asked.
“No, I’ve never seen his face.”
“Has he ever—I mean did he ever—rape you?”
“I though he was going to but he never did. He just watches me. He stands by the door and watches me. I almost wish he would rape me. At least then I’d know what he wanted.”
Tommy got the idea that Jenna needed to talk. She’d been alone for so long. He didn’t mind if she talked. It’d take his mind off the fear he was feeling. He let her talk.
He lay there with his eyes closed. He felt sick and his mind wasn’t working properly. He felt week and his head hurt. He didn’t know where he was or why he was where he was. He was afraid. He was scared.
He was lying on something hard and cold. It was rough and lumpy in places. It reminded him of concrete. The cold was seeping into him from the floor but he didn’t try to move. He didn’t think about staying still but his mind held him there while it checked to see that he was alright.
He listened and heard only his pulse and his own breathing. His ears adjusted to the quiet and he started to hear smaller sounds. Someone else was breathing. The sound was almost masked by his own breathing, but it was there.
There was another person here with him. The fear started to grow in him and he fought it. He knew that if he lost control his chance of survival would be slim to none. He listened to the breathing for a while, trying to work out where the other person was and what they were doing.
He frowned as he listened. It sounded like the other person was just as scared as he was. Maybe the other person in the room wasn’t the one who’d taken him. But he didn’t know who else would be in the room.
His head felt a little clearer. He didn’t know how long he’d been lying on the floor but he guessed it had been a few hours. He was thirsty and he needed to go to the toilet. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Blackness pressed in on him. His eyes couldn’t detect any light in the dark room. It was beyond any darkness he’d ever experienced before. His breath caught in his throat and he sat up, swinging his head from side to side, trying to find a speck of light.
As his eyes scanned the room for any sign of light his ears caught the sound of scraping off to one side of him. His head stopped moving and he tried to focus his eyes at the spot where he’d heard the sound. It was useless; there was no light to see by.
He knew there was someone in the room with him and from the sound of it they were more scared then he was. He got the feeling that they were scared of him more than anything else. He decided he’d try and talk to them.
“Hello?” his voice sounded raspy.
There was no answer but he thought he heard a whimper.
“Hello? Do you know where I am? The last thing I remember is being grabbed by some guy. Please answer me. I’m scared.”
“I’m scared too,” a girl’s voice said from across the room.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Jenna,” she said. “What’s yours?”
“Tommy,” he said.
He thought he heard her move a little closer to him. Her name was Jenna. That name rang a bell in his head but he couldn’t work out why it mattered to him. Then he remembered.
“You’re not Jenna Reigh?” he held his breath while he waited for her to reply.
“Yes,” she seemed about to say something else but instead she started sobbing.
The weight of the situation fell down onto Tommy in that moment. He knew what had happened. He knew who this girl was. She’d been missing for over a month and here she was in a dark room somewhere. She must’ve been taken just like he’d been. She’d been here a month.
He got onto his hands and knees and crawled over to her. He reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched away and then let him hug her. He didn’t know how she was feeling. He didn’t know if she’d been in this room alone for a month or not but he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to survive a month in the darkness.
After a while Jenna stopped crying.
“Have you been here alone for all this time?” Tommy asked her.
“Yes. He comes in sometimes. To look at me I think. But mostly he just pushes food in through the door.”
“You’ve been in the darkness like this for a month?”
“Has it been a month? I didn’t know how long I’d been here. It’s not always this dark. Sometimes I can actually see my hands.”
“Do you know who he is?” Tommy asked.
“No, I’ve never seen his face.”
“Has he ever—I mean did he ever—rape you?”
“I though he was going to but he never did. He just watches me. He stands by the door and watches me. I almost wish he would rape me. At least then I’d know what he wanted.”
Tommy got the idea that Jenna needed to talk. She’d been alone for so long. He didn’t mind if she talked. It’d take his mind off the fear he was feeling. He let her talk.
posted by Supermarez at 8:48 pm
1 Comments:
Wow this is getting so dark. I like it. I keep wondering what this guy wants and why he's doing it and I'm trying to piece together things like the voices saying *It's time* and such. These are kinda like the show Lost where all these stories come together and stuff. But of course like Lost the pushy fans will always want more answers than the makers can give =p Keep up the great work cause I love unwinding by coming here and reading.
Nick
Btw Why don't people besides me comment! I feel like such a loner/loser lol I know you're out there people...
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