Captive To Captivated

Part 16

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Carmella

Another day passed excruciatingly slowly. I was, however, grateful to still be alive; even though it wasn't the ideal way to be living. Not knowing what was yet to come was probably one of the worst forms of torture they were giving me.

My aches and bruises hadn't lessened one bit but in fact, felt like they had intensified since last night. My eye still ached, although the ice helped with the swelling. My hollow stomach continued to growl viciously. Every inch of my body throbbed when I tried to move or stretch. Even each breath I inhaled struck me brutally.

Another icy breeze blew in from the large, barred window, running shivers through me. My teeth were chattering from the cold. I primed myself for more agony as I pushed myself off the mattress. A sharp pain shot through my ribs from the bruise as soon as I pulled myself up to stand on both feet.

I whined noisily before taking a deep breath, hoping to ease the pain but only making it worse. I felt so weak. I managed to make it over and pull the window shut, instantly feeling a little bit warmer than before.

Too hurt to walk back to the bed, I sat myself on the window-sill with my back against the cool glass and my body facing the door. I sat there, shivering. Wishing I had a blanket, or a jumper. Anything.

There was a curtain next to me that hung from the rod above the window. I grabbed the thin material and gave it a yank causing the rod to fall off the holder and onto the floor in front of me. Dust flew everywhere while I slipped the curtain off of it and wrapped it tightly around my trembling body, shutting my eyes.

The mix of the cold air and the dust tickled my nose and I felt a sneeze coming. I tried to hold back but it was too late. My entire body erupted in agony as I sneezed and I felt everything pulse in excruciation. I hated this. I hated being confined in this room. I hated being stuck with nothing but my pain and my thoughts. It was terrifying.

I remembered back to my first day at school and how terrified I was. Mum had packed me my favourite lunch that day to try and make me feel a bit more excited; a Nutella sandwich, chocolate nut bar, and a snack pack − I was a chocolate enthusiast since birth.

I had been crying so much all morning and in the car ride. She tried to calm me down, bribing me with promises for ice cream after school. The whole first hour in my new class I quietly cried and wished to be back home with mum and dad.

Anthony Mason, a turd of a boy in my class, started teasing me for being a cry-baby. I got so mad that I forgot how upset I was. I pushed him backwards into his easel and grabbed a bottle of purple paint and squeezed it all over his head and shirt until he started crying. So he could dish it out but he couldn't take it.

I got taken away to the principal's office on the first day and mum had to come back and pick me up early. I was so happy, I couldn't even care less that she was scolding me in the car for what I did to that little boy. I was just in the back seat with my lunchbox, eating my favourite foods without a care in the world.

She looked at me in the rear view mirror and noticed how ignorant I was being. This caused her to start laughing which then caused me to start giggling. She shook her head at me, "you're a cheeky little bugger, you know that?"

[A/N: Irrelevant but relevant, this totally just reminded me of Joey]