Broken

Chapter 3

                          

Morgan

....ugh...my head hurts. So does my arms and legs...and....stomach...heck! Everything hurts!

I'm suddenly woken up by something cold and wet. The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the darkness very dimly lit by the light from a small window. Another drop falls on my face. I look up and it seems to be a leaking water pipe. My mouth is taped. I'm laying down on the floor. Mustering the energy to move, It's then that I realise that my hands and feet are tied behind me. What...happened...? Where am I? I think I'm still half asleep because I can't process anything. I look around and get one thing clear.

I'm in a basement.

After that, the previous events slowly start to flood into my mind. The bullying, the shed, the beating, Jessica's knife, me running away and then....getting Kidnapped. Fear begins to well up inside me. Damn...I have the most rotten luck.

I force myself to get up into a sitting position. Maybe it's a good thing they didn't tie me to a chair. How long has it been since I was out? First things first, need to find a way to get out of here. Through the window? Nah, it's too small. I could break it and scream for help. Yeah, that'll work.  Now I just need to free my hands and feet, then take off the tape from my mouth. The rope is tied pretty firmly. I scan the room for anything sharp. My eyes by now have adjusted to the darkness. There is a lot of junk around here. Old or broken furniture, paint cans, torn books, an old T.V, a pile of boxes with who knows what in them etc. I need to stand up! Even though my feet are hurting, I bring them under me and jump up. The sudden quick motion brings more pain throughout the body. I wince as the throbbing in my head returns. Focus! I need to hurry before anyone comes! I gulp hard and move forward by jumping.

I go towards the old furniture. My feet stings with every leap. Once near, I look around for something sharp. The only thing sharp I see here are nails and smashed wooden pieces. Will it work? I turn around and place my hands on a long nail. It simply pierces the rope and then doesn't move. No use. I look around and a metal trunk catches my eye. I make my way over to it. After somehow managing to open it I look inside. It's dark but I CAN identify a few things. Some spoons and forks, small books, wine bottles, a ball, old newspapers and....what is that? I turn around and pick it up with my hands. Wait....don't tell me...

I jump over to where I was laying when I woke up since that was the place with the most light. I then look over my left shoulder and down on my hands. Yes! It really is a swiss army knife.

As if fate didn't like my little bit of happiness, I hear footsteps coming from above. I look upstairs at the basement door. Oh no...is someone coming!?

I sit back down, back towards the wall. pulling out the blade, I start cutting the rope. The footsteps stop at the door. Sounds of keys unlocking. Then the door opens, letting in a bright white light from outside which lights up the basement. I can see a silhouette of a tall man. As he steps down the stairs, he becomes clearer. Looks like a man in his late 20s. He's holding something in his hand that looks like a plate. I guess he's bringing in food.

" Wakey, Wakey~ food's here," he says

His voice sends shivers down my spine and my head is filled with fear and racing horrible thoughts. Kind of like how if you were lost in the woods. You'd be scared to be alone but even more terrified when you hear the roar of a lion from a distance.

What...will happen to me? I quickly move my hands slicing the ropes faster. Either the rope is firm or the blade is dull.

"what's this? You're already up? That's a shame. I was planning on kicking you awake " he laughs. As he reaches the last step and begins to walk towards me, my heart starts to beat fast.....I'm so scared...