Lost: Casa Perdida [Completed]

Don't Worry, I'm Here

Kirt Heinrich

I was growing desperate. Looking at my scrawny feet and then at the edges of that chainsaw, I wondered would it hurt if I could cut my feet on its jagged edges. Wouldn't it be easy, I wondered if I just raise my legs upon the teeth of the saw and bash it against the blade so it comes out finely cut.  That would get rid of the chains. 

I felt that it is coming for us, once again, that after a long respite, it would return, hungry for fresh meat. My spidey senses told me that. 

My stomach would burst at any moment with the gases building up within seeking to rupture their way into the atmosphere. I squirmed and retched but couldn't get rid of the gases. So I raised my feet above the blade, thinking it was my only way out.

"No!" I shouted, turning my feet, a few moments before they could be cut clean, away from the chainsaw's blade. I kicked the saw away and bashed my head on the ground. "Please! Somebody help me," I muttered. 

Then I looked at Alice's corpse. The ants had been efficient in defleshing the corpse, joined by maggots. Flies were flying about, and Alice's breasts, face, and neck were completely gone, revealing her ribs, skull, and neckbone. Her clothes were not spared either by the pests. She was a living feast. I would have been one too if I would linger there longer.

I tried pulling the chains one last time, but they did not break. There was only one option left, I thought as I stared at the chainsaw and touched my neck. 

"No, don't. Stop thinking these things," I told myself, before dropping on the floor. "Be done with it!" I shouted, my voice reverberating through that place. I would have looked like a living horror then. I had lost a lot of pounds. "Please! Kill me!"

After that, all went blank for a few hours. 

"Kirt?" 

I opened my eyes. My vision was hazy and distorted; and, I felt a heaviness at the back of my skull. I could see other people in the room. There were three people then I thought I saw four. My eyes were blurry. 

I heard the voice of a girl, with a slight southern drawl calling me, "Kirt?"

It sounded familiar. Where was I? Was I dreaming or was I in that stage before death when memories would flash before my eyes. Memories did flash before my eyes while I had been lying down: right from my birth to that moment I'd hugged Hernanda in Middle School after rescuing her from a bear that had come near our camp in Wolfgang Estate. My mind then had shifted to the time when I met Timothy, Tom, Rhett, and AnnSophia. A picture of Dad and Mom had flashed before my eyes, then I suddenly had been woken up by the voice of this girl.

Who was that girl? My ears were ringing and my eyes were still blurry. I strained to see but couldn't. 

"Kirt? Don't worry! I'm here."

I wanted to ask, "Who are you?" but I wasn't able to gather the strength to do that. 

"Hurry! We've got to find Alice," a person with the voice of an older woman said.

A girl held my cheeks in her hands. "Kirt, can you hear me?" Her voice grew frantic. 

My vision had cleared by then. "Hernanda?" She was looking straight at me, with her lovely eyes staring into mine. 

"It's me, Kirt. I'm here. I'm here for you."

I hugged her tightly and wept on her shoulder. "I thought I'd lose you!" When I cried on her, my throat stung, but I didn't mind. "Thank you."

She tried to kiss me on my lips.

"No! Don't! It might be infected."

She nodded and kissed me on my forehead and hugged me. "I am so glad I found you."

I looked around and found Jackson King standing with Miss. Dakota. "Jackson?"

"We came for you, homie," he said. 

"Miss Dakota?"

"We're glad we found you, Kirt. We've got to hurry now. We have to find Alice. Hernanda unlock his chains!"

"I don't have the keys with me," she said. 

"I do," Jackson replied as he threw the bunch to Hernanda who made a good catch. 

"Are you sure these are the keys?" Hernanda asked

"They've got to be. Try the smaller ones." Miss Dakota said.

Hernanda attempted a couple of keys unsuccessfully until she finally found the right one. With great difficulty, she had managed to unlock my chains.

Both Jackson and Hernanda put my arms on their shoulders and helped me up. 

"Come on. It can come anytime soon," Miss Dakota said, "Kirt, do you know where Alice is? and who is this person chained up here?"

"Miss Dakota, that's Alice," I mutter.

"What?"

"Alice!" Hernanda exclaimed. "No! I don't believe this."

"Don't touch the body! She died of a disease."

Hernanda stopped short of holding Alice's cadaver after she left me and went near the corpse.

We heard the sound of clinking somewhere in the house. Someone had entered. 

"Shit!" Miss Dakota said.

"Hernanda, let's go!" Jackson shouted as he dragged me with him. 

"Come on, Hernanda! There's no use crying over her!" Miss Dakota shouted.

Hernanda began crying. "I'm sorry, Alice." 

"Come on, Hernanda!" Jackson whispered again.

Finally, she nodded and agreed with us. Jackson, hold on to Kirt, will you? Hernanda, get your slingshot out!"

Hernanda nodded and pulled it out. 

"Where do we go?" Jackson asked.

"Back to the tunnel."