Hesitant

Don't Hesitate

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The noise of water dripping slowly, mockingly, made the room an extra amount of sinister. It was dark, almost pitch black, the floor possessing moist water on its cracked cement. Or maybe it was my own blood. I couldn't tell.

I shivered, rattling my bones in the cold atmosphere. My body lay positioned on one of the walls, ankles and wrists fastened together with heavy ropes. Every breath I took in scraped my throat, thirsty for any available source of water.

Moving towards the dripping water wasn't the greatest action to take. It never was. Every movement caused by dragging myself across the unknown floor sent pain coursing through my body. I grind my teeth together to stop the suffering. There was no point in yelling out for help or in agony. Not when I've been here for more days than I can remember. Everytime I attempt to take the marvelous journey to the only source of survival, the pain only worsened. You would think that with time, the injuries and bruises would just become a numb part of your body. Time just picked me up and smashed me against a wall instead.

Grudgingly, I headed back to the wall. How I got here has always been a mystery to me, always assuming I was kidnapped and drugged. Maybe I did something bad and this was my punishment, slowly dying of thirst and starvation while my body had its own wounds to take care of. No memory of my past was ever present, leading my imagination take over instead.

Urgent footsteps thundered my train of thought, keys jiggling in the hands of the person. The door opened in front of me, sending a streak of the hallway light to stain the room. My eyes had a hard time adjusting themselves before I got pulled by my hair. I didn't even get a good look at my kidnapper. I fought back, wriggling myself, trying to get loose from his death grip. He only growled and pulled me faster towards the door. Leaving the room, I saw a water faucet slowly dripping water. That faucet was always outside the room.

Just my luck.

***

The pull on my hair was strong, urgent and rough as I tried desperately to get away from the man. There was only one small light bulb that had been over the faucet; the farther away I got, the darker it was. Suddenly, the kidnapper stopped and opened a door to his left. He then dragged me to a chair in the middle of the room and forcefully threw me on the wood, tying my wrists to it. The room itself was pure white, all except the wall that the chair was facing, a great change from my previous stay.

There was a mirror instead of the wall, my appearance causing me to consider if I was even human. My brown hair was in a bird's nest on my head, soulless brown eyes eyeing the dried blood on the ends of the hair. My jaw had a bruise the size of my fist, cuts across my left cheek and lip. The skin above my eyebrow was swollen with dry blood spread across my forehead. My clothing was another thing to consider. I had a black tank top on, ripped through the middle with blood on, showing pale skin and noticeable bones. My arms were pale with blue and purple bruises, an occasional cut the size of my finger. My jeans had holes on the knees, streaks of blood flowing down to the ropes on my ankles. I was barefoot, both feet bloody.

I turned cautiously to look at my Kidnapper and looked closely. The body was big and broad, at least 6' feet tall. He had no face that I could see, just a clown mask with bright green eyes, white skin and a bloody red smile covering half his head. He wore brown boots, small knives in them. He had a gun in his right back pocket and took out a syringe from his left.

This might hurt a bit.

***

Those might have been my last thoughts though something you might find funny is that he said the same thing.

"This might hurt a bit." The words had just sunk in before I gasped in pain, suddenly loosing all ability to move.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it will also be over soon...yes, very soon." All my senses got sensitive, hearing his deep and raspy voice way louder than I should've. There was a buzz filling the air as Clown Face started to insert wires in my arms and neck. I tried anything, everything, to move, even flinch away but whatever that syringe had did its job of keeping me still.

I heard loud, thundering footsteps wall away. The door was closed shut, lock and sealed. I saw blurry figures and shapes lining my eyesight, black dots clouding it. I blinked, trying to get a sight of what was happening.

Then, clear. Everything was clear.

***

"Hey, say cheese."

I turned away from the camera, shy at the lenses inches from my face. The boy behind camera had his tounge out in concentration, the sun in the background making his already light hair a lighter blonde.

"Stop! You know I don't like photos.." I sighed, a smile on my face. He laughed, then quickly disappeared in thin air...

***

I gasped and struggled against the chair as I regained my sight. I located the camera on the top right corner of the room and gave a out a raspy "What the hell was that?"

A chuckle rumbled through the room, making me wince at how loud it sounded.

"Sweet, Sweet, Ava...Don't you know? This is only the beginning."