Chapter Nineteen

Be My Nightmare        

            This was the third night I woke up screaming. The nightmares were getting worse. I assumed it was just a side effect of the drugs he’s been pumping into my system but there’s something else wrong with me. I was in immense pain and my stomach felt like it was going to explode. I haven’t eaten in three days, oh and I was still pregnant. I was falling apart.

            Girls are supposed to shower everyday. I don’t care what nobody says. If you skip a day, you better believe you don’t smell nice that day. Now with that mind-set, imagine how I smelled. Not very girly. I was disconnected from any form of hygiene. I sat on a dusty floor all day, wearing the same clothes, getting sick in a bucket, occasionally doped up and brought to another random guy, and on top of that; there was no sunlight. I couldn’t tell whether it was daytime or nighttime. It all felt the same.

            The temperature was always cold and it was always dark. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness but there was absolutely no lighting except for the occasional stream of light whenever Ted came to get me. I don’t know how shut-ins do it! I’m going crazy after a few days being alone. How do they live by themselves and never leave the house? I would die. I’m convinced I’m halfway there.

“Dancing slowly in an empty room can no longer take the place of you. I sing myself a quiet lullaby. Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again,” I sang softly.

            Singing to myself was the only entertainment I had. All day I sang every song I knew to keep myself alive. I was currently singing The Lonely by Christina Perri. How did people survive without computers or cell phones back in the day? It was agonizing.

 “I’m about to lose my mind, you’ve been gone for so long. I’m running out of time. I need a doctor, call me a doctor, I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life.”

            Vicky obviously picked up my strategy and started singing as well. I noticed we were both singing pretty depressing songs. Well it makes sense since we weren’t in a very happy situation.  

“Shut up!” I heard Ted scream from the top of the stairs.

            I jumped at the sound of his voice and instinctively stuck my arm out for the needle. Once I realized he wasn’t coming I retracted my arm and hummed instead of sang. If he couldn’t hear me then he couldn’t yell at me.

“Jazmaine,” Vicky whispered.

            I got up and walked over to the steel door.

“Yeah,” I whispered back.

“Do you think anyone will find us?”

“I don’t know. Do you think we’re going to die?”

“No. We can’t die. We have to live the rest of the life mom didn’t get to.”

“I don’t wanna live in a dungeon for the rest of my life,” I said.

“Who says we’re staying here forever? Maybe someone will find us.”

“Like who? Derwin and Yuki probably died in the fire.”

“What fire?”

“Ted set the house on fire so he could get me out,” I explained.

“So you think they were burned alive?”

“Maybe. They were both on the floor when Ted carried me out.”

“So who’s gonna save us now?” she asked frantically.

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