Waking up and realising that your mom isn't alive anymore, sucks. It was difficult adapting to just my dad. Luckily I still had him. But I felt like that was going to go away soon too, though. I woke up and realised that my arm is still the same bright red color it was yesterday. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it. "Hey, Dad?" he looked up at me with red, puffy, eyes. "I think there's something wrong with my embediment. It's really red and it hurts." I pulled up my sleeve and showed him, and he gasped. "When did this happen, Mercy?" my eyes widened at his alerted voice. "Uh, I believe yesterday, why? Is it bad!" My eyes started watering and I got this pain in my chest. My breath hitched and I realised that I needed to calm down. I was overracting, clearly nothing was wrong.
"We need to leave. Grab and overnight bag. We're going to the hospital. This needs to be looked at." I looked and him and sighed, "Dad, It's nothing serious." His eyes were nearly bulging out of his eyes. "The fuck it is Mercy! This is urgent and I am taking you the hospital whether you like it or not!" I shook my head. "No, I'm not. Its not that fucking serious dad! It's just a fucking phase! It'll go away." he threw the nearest thing and he ran up the stairs. He was overreacting. Right? I sighed and went up to my room and onto the small balcony out there. It connected with 3 other rooms. My parents room is to the far right. I sighed and saw my dad pull out of the driveway, and driving away and down the road. I walked back downstairs and he left a note saying he was going to be out for a while.
Sitting on the couch, bundled up and watching American Horror Story was life. My eyes began to get droopy. I closed them and before I knew it, I was asleep. I was slightly awoken to a banging. I sat up, alerted. I looked around but I didnt see anything. It was pitch black. Even though I couldnt see anything, the TV screen had static covering it. I was panicing. I heard heavy footsteps, loudly behind me. "I've been waiting. For so long have I waited for this day. I didn't think it would go like this, I thought you would've been more, scared." you could feel his smirk, but you couldn't see it. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he laughed, sort of like a cackle.
"You should know, I mean, with our glowing embediment." you could see the bright red word, glowing brightly. I looked and mine and his, back and forth, both of them slowly fading. "You know I'm glad you rejected your fathers plea for help, and didnt go to the hospital. I'm not really in the mood to kill anybody right now. Especially not my soon-to-be father in law. That would be a shame now wouldnt it? Too bad the mother in law is dead. All she had to do was keep quiet and simply not scream. But sadly, I had to kill her. For the fun anyways." I was crying by now. The heavieness in my chest was making my mind nearly go blank. I didn't know what to think. I don't think anybody would know what to do at a moment like this though. You can't blame them. "What do you want! I'll give you anything! Please, just leave my dad alone. I'd rather you take me then him." Honestly I didnt believe that bullshit that just swam out of my mouth. I was stooping to his level, and this isnt like me. Not at all. "Ha! You actually thought I would fucking listen to you? You're the definition of naïve." I chuckled. Considering this wasn't the moment. "You think I'm scared. Im not." I spat. "I made the poor decision to stoop to you. Thats was obviously a mistake. Im hungry. Want some food?" His face was empty. Emotionless. Perfect. "What the hell?" He yelled. "I don't want fucking food! I want your dad fucking dead and you with me! This is no time for bullshit." The clinking of a gun was heard and the shiny barrel was pointed at my face. "Do it. I dare you." He smirked. The moon showing his smug look.
"How do you know I won't?" Now it was my turn to smirk. "Because of our embediments, right?" I raised my arm to show the slightly, pink glowing, mark on my arm. His face fell, but a sturdy look was still there. No breaking was going to happen anytime soon. "So, are you hungry? I'm making food. You're welcome to have some!" I smiled and went into my kitchen. A gun was fired and I could feel the bullet pass my face by inches. "Sit the fuck down, NOW!" The smile disappeared away from my face. "Well someone shit in your cornflakes." I crossed my arms and went sit on my couch. He grabbed my arm tightly and dragged me out of my own house. "Say goodbye. Because your not coming back." he started to laugh loudly. "At least let me write a note telling him that I am leaving him." he grunted. "No, that wouldn't work. It would create suspiscion. Too risky. We could always fake your death or something later on when the police get on our asses." I sighed and nodded, him laughing and tying a tight ripe aroud my wrists.
"So, where are you taking me?" he exhaled an exasperated sigh. "Why the fuck do you keep asking that fucking question!" I laughed. "You dumbass! Do you not remember kidnapping me. Gosh." he took a sharp turn making me hit my head on something and passing out.
I could feel someones hands on my thighs, carrying me somewhere. I don't know where I am at. I felt this sharp pain in my stomach from the person carrying me. I couldn't see anything around me. It was dark and I didn't remember anything from the car ride. All I remember is him telling me that I would never see my dad again. I couldn't even tell him bye, and it was bullshit. I could hear murmered voices. They seemed to be fading, like I was falling asleep. I felt a sharp needle on my skin and I screamed, then I felt dizzy and tired again.
"Wake up!" I felt a strong hand shaking me violently. I kept my eyes closed and moved my neck around, feeling it cramp up. Well shit. I opened my eyes and realized that I was still away from home. This place felt cold and wet. Like how a basement would be. Well a leaking basement. "Where am I?" he laughed. I took note that he laughed a lot. But in a evil way. "Hell, bitch. Right where you belong." he started laughing, but to himself. "You bastard!" I tried moving my arms but they felt restrained. So did my feet. "What the fuck? Am I fucking tied up to a goddamned chair!" I roared. My body felt heavy and groggy, and I was still slightly tired. I could here the loud slamming against the metal roof. I could guess we were in some sort of warehouse. "You fucking cunt!" His voiced boomed, leaving a slight echo in the room. But I wasn't scared. Now wasn't the time to panic or even have slight fear in my body. Now was the time to be strong. For my dad and the safety of myself. I felt a sharp and cold slice on my, now revealed stomach. "Fuck!" I felt the pain course through my body and I began crying. "Only the weak cry. You're fucking weak. You're full of shit and nobody will miss you. Your dad is just gonna become a lowlife drunk and wont even bother to find you." the poison words dripped from is lips. "That's bullshit! He will notice I am gone and he will fucking kill you." those were the last words that I remember speaking before everything was dark and cold, lifeless almost.
"Fucking grab her already, goddammit!" I heared plenty of grunts and a hazy chuckle. "Who the hell is she, dude?" he didn't speak. I didn't hear anything after that, assuming the other guy left after hearing the door slam shut and the ignition start. Everything still felt hazy and delusional. The car came to a complete halt. I flew forward. "Ugh, I could really go for a cigarette right about now." I heard the tiniest bit of a chuckle from him. "Oh really now? Well maybe if you're good I could consider giving you one when we arrive." I laughed. "So now you're being nice? That's really funny!" Tears nearly fell from my eyes just thinking about him being nice to me. But that was gone when I heard the booming voice him . "Im not gonna deal with some amateur girl that I kidnapped and that I have control over." I huffed. "Stupid bitch. Not knowing when to shut the fuck up."
His mood stayed the same after that encounter. My eyes began dropping and I felt tired. I tried fighting to dizziness engulfung my entire body. I tried fighting it. But I couldnt anymore. I lazily let my eyes fall close.
I woke up to a slamming of a door. It startled me and I yelped a little bit. "Come on. We're here. Dont try any stupid shit or you're dead. Got it?" I nodded. "Im not fucking stupid." He glared, silently telling me to shut up. I raised my tied hands up in surrender. "Can you atleast untie me? This shit hurts you know." He laughed. "Im not fucking stupid." He had replied, mocking me. I sighed. I follwed him, often stumbling over what seemed like gravel. You could tell there were animals around us, even in the pitch dark of the night; a star nowhere to be seen. Looking around me letting my mind wonder, with the unknowing sense of where I could be. Only if my poor sense of direction could've helped, even in the slightest.
"Can I have that cigarette now?" I questioned. I dont often smoke, I usually do when im offered one or when I'm stressed. Which was the case here. I dont often crave them though. "Maybe. You might have to earn it." He chuckled with an audible smirk on his face. I groaned, still quite and listening intently to my surroundings. I could here a distant hoot of and owl. To my mind it added a hint of mystery to the place. I was an observant person, knowing little things. Like, for instense, the gravel has disappeared and soft sand has replaced it. I realized because of the knowing struggle of walking in it, and because I was falling behind and had to catch up to him. I still didnt know who this man was. He still wore the mask. I sighed and trudged along behind him, slightky giving up. Who the hell are you? Why are you becoming weak. Show strength, show that you're better than him. I huffed, my concious winning. I.could hear the noise of a rattlesnake and hissing. My breath hitched and I walked improvingly faster now, realizing we were in the hot climate of some dessert. I heard a metal door open, hearing sand cascade down something. I could hear his heavy footsteps walk down the hard metal, his boots clicking against the metal. He gripped my arm, making me wince at the hard grip he had against my skin. He pulled me down with him. I could feel the cool air from inside, compared to the heat of the outside. Everything was modern looking, the interior was goregous and neat. There was a tinted door in the back leading to who knows what. "Where are we?" I questioned. "We're home." His face was expressionless. He looked at me like I was stupid. I nodded. He turned closing the door at the top of the stairs , struggling because of the newly appeared sand storm, then locked it.
"Heres where you will sleep." The room was white, with a small hint of blue on the comforters. I saw a cigarette and a lighter on the bedside table. "Burn anything and you're dead." He slammed the door I could hear it lock from the outside. I walked to the bed and sat down. The bed was so soft. It felt warm. I glanced at the cigarette and reached for it. I rolled it between my forefinger and thumb, sighing. I grabbed the lighter and lit it, inhaling the burning smoke; feeling it travel down into my lungs. I smile satisfied and I exhaled. I layed down on the bed, finishing off the cigarette and slowly fell asleep with the harsh burn in my throat.