Trapped

chapter 12

Chapter 12

                 I floated in darkness for I don’t know how long. It could have been days, months, even years. Time was nonexistent. Was this what death was like? Would I just float here in this dark void forever?

                 I heard a voice but it sounded like it was a million miles away. I stretched out my arms and kicked my legs, trying to get closer to it. There it was again, it was saying my name. Calling to me. I tried desperately to get to that voice, clawing the air in front of me. Eventually the voice called out again and it sounded closer than before. I kept clawing and clawing, getting ever closer to the familiar voice. After what felt like a thousand years of clawing and kicking, I found the voice.

                My eyes shot open but I had to squeeze them shut again just as fast to avoid being blinded by the insanely bright light that was shining down on me. I decided to take a slower course of action this time and I saw Sam leaning over me. When we locked eyes his whole form slumped with relief.

                “I’m so glad you’re okay!” he said, his overwhelming relief leaking into his voice.

                 My brow furrowed in confusion at his words. “Yeah I’m okay.” I replied hesitantly. “But… What exactly happened?”

                 “You mean you don’t remember?” he questioned, his eyes widening.

                  I started to shake my head but then it all came flooding back to me. I killed two people. I saved Sam. Some of our own died.

                 “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” I said, putting my head in my hands. All the images of that night kept rushing through my head over and over. I pulled my knees to my chest while whispering, “I killed them.”

                 “Don’t do that.” Sam scolded as he pulled me into his arms. “You had to. You didn’t have a choice.” He whispered gently.

                  “Nooooo.” I moaned. I sounded like a wounded animal. “I-I-I drew it out. I-I w-wanted them to s-suffer.” I stammered. I had started shaking so badly my teeth were chattering.

                 “It was the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what you were doing.” Sam said, trying to reassure me. It wasn’t working.

                 Then I suddenly remembered something. I had been stabbed. I thought I had died. I wiggled out of Sam’s grasp, stood up and yanked the hem of my shirt up. In place of the lethal wound I had sustained before I blacked out was a thin, slightly raised, pink scar.

                 I felt my eyes practically falling out of my head. “Oh yeah, I can explain that.” Sam said gesturing to the little scar that used to be a gaping wound.

                “Oh can you now?!” I said, my voice raising a good 5 octaves higher than it’s supposed to be.

               “Yeah.” He said while taking a deep breath. “I did it.”

               I stared at him incredulously, waiting for the punch line but his face held no humor. “You…” I said, pointing at him. Then I pointed at the scar, “Did this?”

              “Yes.” He said simply, bobbing his head up and down.

               “Well…” I said hesitantly, “Care to explain how?!”