Falling

Near Death

" Yo bitch, you awake?" A deep voice echoed in my head.

I remained silent. He mummered something to the men beside him and one of them pinched me hard.

"Mmmm..." I protested, struggling against my bonds.

I was on the floor, my black hair wet with sweat, my shirt was half torn by the dragging when they dragged me into the cell, my jacket was removed from me so I was shivering, and both my arms and legs are tied by rope tightly.

He leaned closer to my face and pulled the gag out.

" Marina Peters, do you hear me?"

I nodded, my mouth still shut.

" You understand what you did."

I shook my head and he turned away, said something to the big man by the door and he re-gagged me.

" Think about it little bitch." He spat in my face and left the room with me and the guard.

About ten minutes later the guard left. There was no window in the cell so I couldn't see if it was day or night.

The other day he came in again to ask. But this time he brought in a very interesting tool. He brought a taser.

" Do you know what you did?" He asked again.

I shook my head again, he took the taser and looked at me.

" Look, I don't really want to do this but..." He paused and turned the taser on," If you aren't telling me anything, I would have to do it."

I turned my head away and he pushed it against my skin. It touched my skin and my heart skipped a beat.

" So, we aren't gonna co- operate right? " He pressed the taser so I could see the electricity through the gap.

I looked away. He put the taser on my arm again and again, until I was half unconscious.

" Kill me." I dared him in my mind, " Then the truth would be lost forever."

He looked at me and smiled.

" Don't worry, I won't kill you. It'll continue if you don't tell me." He warned me.

I closed my eyes, he smirked. He delivers the electronic feeling again, but it doesn't kill me, instead it knocks me out.

" Take good care of the little bitch, we'll need all the help with her." He told the guard by the door.

The next few days was like torture, only it wasn't like torture, it was torture.

They waterboarded me a few times, electrified me a few times and also beat me a few times.

I've been there for a few days, a few weeks, even a few months. It felt like hell, like death. As everyday passes, I would always want to die.

At last, the man came into the cell, the blindfold was taken off me.

" Okay bitch, I decided to not waste my time on you." He began taking off my gag. " If you want to die, here's the chance. You are going to be shot later. But if you don't want to die so soon, we need your help. We need someone to help us with something. In order of your freedom, you have to help us do something."

I raised my brow, he really thought that I wanted to help him over dying.

" Choose or die."

I shook my head. I kept my mouth shut for such a long time and I'm not going to stop keeping the secret from the wrong hands.

" Oh yea," He said, not lifting the gun off me, " I have a surprise for you."

He motioned someone to come in, the guard came in, but he didn't come alone. He pushed in someone who was blinded. It took me a minute to recognize my brother Max. The guard pressed the gun to Max's head and I screamed.

" Mari? Is that you?"

The guard heard him say that and immediately knocked him unconscious.

" It was fairly easy to find him, you look just like him." The man smiled.

The guard handed him another gun and he pointed the second one at my brother.

" You work with us or we kill him."

I screamed and kicked my feet, trying to knock the man onto the floor but he was too strong. He pulled my feet so my head hit the cold walls behind me, it hit the wall so hard, warm liquid was gushing out of my head.

" Fine, " I finally gave up after ten minutes of fighting. " Do as you must, just let him go."

The man grinned.

" Finally, I thought that it would take forever."

I was immediately cut from my bonds, rubbing my hands, I walked to my brother.

The man silently slipped out of the room with the guard.

" Max." I shook him and he stirred.

" Mari?" He said, sitting up. " Where am I? Why am I bound?"

I untied him and took his blindfold off.

" Max," I hugged him, " Thank god you're safe. I missed you so much."

Max smiled, and told me that they killed mom but he hid in the place we all loved most, the old treehouse hidden in the blackberry woods. My father made it when we were young, we used to go there everyday after school. But after he was sent to the army force in America, we were left behind with wonderful memories of days in the woods, happiness and tears.

" They burnt the woods up to smoke me out, I was caught immediately after I escaped the treehouse. They took me hostage and knocked me out. The time I woke up was when I saw you, then they knocked me out again." He said rubbing his head.

I smiled at him.