Leave Me Alone

Chapter 4

I wake up from another set of countless nightmares, dizzy as ever and confused as to where I am, when I remember the unfortunate chain of events that led me to this dark cell. The assault, the backfire, and now the dungeon. Fear was starting to wash over me. I didn't know what time it was or how long I had left until he came.

The dungeon was massive, from what I saw before they threw me in here. I had almost no knowledge of who this man was, and if I'd known he was a brutal torturous murderer, I wouldn't be in this situation. There had to be somewhere around 40 cells, with 4 hallways with 10 in each. The unsymmetrical pattern of the cobblestone and the inconsistent drip-drop of the water was slowly getting to me. Without freedom, I would go even more mad than I am already.

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Solitude and Despair are two emotions that often toy with me. I'm constantly visited by the voices, and now that I'm trapped and alone they're acting up. I'd do anything for someone to share this life with, someone I can live for, die for, so that I'm not always so alone and helpless.

Then it hits me. I may not be the only one in here. Sure, the skeletons and the manacles shook me a bit, but there's got to be the chance that someone else is here. I don't care who they are, or what they've done to get them thrown into a dungeon, but having someone to call a friend or even more than that would be beyond my wildest dreams. And trust me, I don't get the chance to have many good dreams.

So I call out:"Hello? Is there anyone else in here?!"

I wait. Seconds. Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours. Then I begin to scream.

"HELP! IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?"

And then I hear it. A slight, muffled yell, and it was weak, like she was near to death. An obvious and stupid thought comes to mind:"Why haven't I just used my powers to get out of here?" Sometimes, I get so used to it that I don't even remember about them. It had to be day by now, so hopefully Alexander Kyre had left the house and I was alone. Or from what I can hear now, I'm not.

I take my chances and I put my hand out to the door and slide my hand to the left, concentrating as hard as I can. The cell door sweeps off of its hinges and I wait for any sound that could mean Kyre was still home. After a minute, I hear nothing, so I walk down the rows of cells and begin searching for my mysterious jail friend. My footsteps echo around the cavernous dungeon, and the first row of cells featured some skeletons and a half rotted human that nearly made me throw up.

Then in the next row, I heard something. A low, weak groan. I started to walk faster. Then I ran, and it had finally gotten to me and made me realize how desperate I was for someone. Anyone who could just be by my side. Sprinting through the corridor, I spotted her, at the very end of the hallway, lying down and clearly close to death. She smelled, she was all sweaty and starved, and there was human waste all over the cell. She was absolutely beautiful.

I ran over to her, and she was nearly unconscious, and I worried that she may not survive. As I stood behind the iron barred cell door, I began to notice her perfect brown hair, her bright blue eyes, and her stunning features. I threw my hand to the side in a jerking motion and let the door fly to the left.

I swiftly went over to her fragile body and scooped her up in my arms like a baby and turned for the stairs. If any guards appeared, it would be fine because I could execute him quickly, but a large group of them could outfight my powers before I could kill them all.

In a hurry to save her, I ran over to the stone staircase and carefully but rapidly bolted up the stairs. With each step came a burst of hope, reassuring me that my wish might finally come true. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked and I slid out onto the marble floor, with no guards so far, and made a bee line for the front door. Struggling through the living room, the floor chilling me and reminding me once again that I was running out of time. Hobbling to the front door, I positioned her on my shoulder more securely and ran out the front door.

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I'd finally made it back to my street, and people were giving me suspicious stares because of the girl on my back. I walked past the bent sign, where I almost been hit from that mysteriously hostile driver. About to climb up the steps, I looked up, and there he was. It was HIM. And I was out of time.