Unspoken

Chapter 52

I don't have any sense of time, but at a certain period, I start to fall asleep. Almost immediately, the sound of a metal door grinding against metal down at the end of whatever hallway I'm on scrapes through my ears. My senses go on high alert. I jump up, only to be pulled down by the restraints. It must be Brody again, trying to give me more water. The last cup had been so disgusting the thought of water causes bile to rise from my stomach.

My heart starts to beat as I wait for him to come in. The light overhead doesn't turn on, but someone slowly works their way across the room. A small light moves haphazardly along the walls around me as the person advances. The figure makes heavy noises as they move, as if breathing is difficult for them. Small words are muttered, but I can't make any of them out. The person presses himself against me. Old, leathery skin touches mine. The mutters start to register in my mind.

"Christopher?" I ask, pulling myself away from the deranged man. He doesn't move any more.

"I got away, and I 'ad to come thee you, Taeo," he says softly. His voice is only slightly louder than it had been a few minutes before; I'm barely able to pick up the words.

I lean in closer to hear more. My eyes shine with questions. Christopher doesn't react to any of them. Maybe he can't read me; he is a Free Speak, after all. "Thing-th are 'appening and I can't control them anymore. I tried--I tried. But Michael'th goin' too far."

Christopher reaches a shaking, scarred hand to my chains. "'e locked you in. I don't 'ave the key." His voice is pensive as he eyes the locks to the chain wrapped around my limbs.

I struggle in my restraints for a moment. Then, I settle down. I clench my lips and find Christopher's eyes with all the pleading I can. I need help. I'm so thirsty--I can't make it much longer living like this.

"Michael ithn't all bad. When we were just little tykes 'e would thave all the thpiderth and love all the animalth. He even loved a girl onthe."

My face softens at this, more out of shock than anything. I didn't think Michael was capable of loving anything, anyone.

A small smile creeps across Christopher's hallow features. "'e told me on my birthday that 'e loved me and even bought me a cake. The next day, 'e changed me, because 'e changed."

"What--"

"I only thtart to feel like me at night. Michael doethn't really keep track of me at night."

I try to grab Christopher's arm, but he's stepped away. His back is to me. "I 'ave to get back before 'e notithes. I have to go down the 'all-th tho 'e think-th I'm followin' hith order-th. I'm not thuppothed to be 'ere."

He takes one step, but then swivels around, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a bottle full of liquid--water!--and yanks the cap off. "Anything you're brought ithn't thafe, but thith water ith. I thaved it before Michael put in the thtuff to change people. I have a gallon, tho don't worry about drinkin' all this."

He gingerly brings the cup to my lips. It's only a few sips, but feeling the liquid slide through my mouth and down my throat is the biggest relief I've had in these past few days. I sigh deeply when I'm done drinking and sink down. I think I could actually sleep.

When I look up, Christopher is gone. He'd disappeared into the darkness. After a moment, I hear the door slide shut. I'm left completely alone.

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A/N:

Can I just say Christopher is literally my favorite character? I love writing him so much. He's definitely not what people expect and I LOVE IT!

All right, so this is all for this week. We have another update next Friday, so keep an eye out! Enjoy, my friends!

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Alisha :)