CONNECTIONS, H. Kazutora

035

"Yeah, suck my dick."

*Bang*

A loud bang echoed in the room making me slightly flinch. Am I dead? I can't feel anything go through my head though. Slowly opening my eyes, I see my father still standing in front of me just holding the gun directly at the ceiling above me. Furrowing my eyebrows, I glared at him then at mom. "What the fuck? Why didn't you kill me?" I snarled, "Shooting you in the head would be too easy.." "What? If you're planning to kill me, why not just end it all right here right now?" I scoffed at him and received a slap in the face, not by mom but dad this time. "Like I said, that would be too easy. I want to see you suffer.","Like what? Peel off my fingernails? I'd rather have Kazu do that for me."

In the corner of my eye, I couldn't see my mom's silhouette anymore."You never shut up, do you?" A voice appeared behind me, breathing down my neck sending shivers down my spine. "What the fuck—" The person behind me who appears to be my mother, kicked the chair causing it to lose its balance and fall frontwards face first to the ground. Obviously I couldn't do anything about it since both my legs are tied and hands too. Hissing in pain, I tried to stand up using my knees as support but it's no use. My body isn't cooperating with me. "You look pathetic." Mom stated then turned around to dad. "Let's just kill her and get rid of the body tomorrow. I'm exhausted.". I heard footsteps disappearing getting further away from me, turning my head over my shoulder I could see both my parents walking out a door then something slipped out of my dad's pockets. My phone! Once they're gone, I can try to break free from this chair and go call for help!

Wiggling my arms and legs trying to loosen the rope a bit, I slightly lift my body up and let it go making me fall to the side, it'll be easier if I do it this way. The more I wiggled, the more I lost energy. The rope was really thick and tight too making it harder to loosen. I need to hurry. There ain't no way i'm gonna get myself killed by the hands of my own parents. Sweat mixing with the dried blood from my head, dropping down to the floor across my face.

One of the rope tied around my left leg and the chair teared apart. A grin forming on my lips as another plan popped up in my mind. Maybe if I can just tear apart the other rope from my right leg, I can stand up and approach the table with the torture weapons and use a small but sharp tool to cut through the rope on my hands. Yeah that would work. Yeah. Yeah...

Wiggling my right leg with all the strength I had left in hopes for it to be freed. It wouldn't even budge. This one might be a little harder than the other. I kept on wiggling but there was no use. Taking a quick moment to breathe, I decided to press my leg against the chair as hard as I can, then push it forwards with brutal force. Finally. It didn't rip apart, but it did loosen the rope's grip allowing me to just slide my leg out.

I wasted no time and stood up, running towards the table and looked around it for a knife. Once I spotted the knife lingering around on the table, I quickly turned my back around. My hands were tied at the back so it would be a bit harder for me to grab it. Looking over my shoulder as I leaned my back towards the table wiggling my fingers in order to move the knife further to me. Once I had a grip on that knife, I flipped it upside down and slid it up behind the rope. I cut the rope from the inside, it took a while but I got it. The rope ripped in half falling down to the ground along with the knife I was holding.

Sprinting to my phone, I slid on hard floor slightly scratching it but I don't give two fucks about that right now. The only thing that matters now is my life. Pressing aggressively on the turn on button, I started panicking as it didn't turn on. The batteries dead. Fuck! I cussed at myself as I slid the phone inside my pocket and searched around the dark room for something similar to a key to unlock the door.

As I was about to give up hope, a thin screwdriver came rolling towards me. A screwdriver? What can I do with a thin screwdriver..? Staring deep at the tool that stopped right in front of me, I remembered something.

Flash Back

"Kazu are you sure you wanna break into this abandoned building?" You asked him, fidgeting your fingers as you stared at a rusty old door in front of an abandoned building.

"Yeah, it looks cool so why not? Plus it's not like we're gonna get in trouble for breaking in, this building is abandoned! No one would mind" He excitedly said with a huge grin on his as he rummaged into the bushes to find something to unlock the door, the door looks pretty old and rusty but really hard to break in. There weren't any other part of the building to break in except this door. "Found something!"

"What did you find, Kazu?" You stared at his figure standing up and waving something in the air. A thin screwdriver? What can a screwdriver do anything?, "What are you gonna do with that? Make a hole in the door with that screwdriver?" You asked again in a sarcastic tone, crossing your arms as you watched him get close to the door.

"No, silly. I can use this to unlock the door!" He exclaimed, pushing the screwdriver into the hole of the doorknob and twisting it around. You just watched him do all the work.

"There you go!" Kazu kicked the door, flinging it open and slamming to the wall. "Hehe! Let's go inside!" He grabbed your arm, dragging you inside the building along with him.

End of Flash Back

"Hah.. Kazu, you fucking genius." A small smirk forming on my face as I reached my hand out for the thin screwdriver. This gave me hope to escape.

I pushed the screwdriver into the doorknob and twisted it around. After a minute I heard two clicks from the door. It worked. A sigh of relief went past my lips, slowly tip toeing out of the room. Once I got out, there was just a hallway with a single door at the end. The lights flickering as I kept on making my way to the door.

My hands trembling as I grabbed the door handle hesitating to open it. What if it's a trap? What if they they're doing this on purpose? More questions popping up in my head, but I need to risk it. It's now or never.

Swinging the door open with both my eyes closed for a minute, I realized that nothing happened to me. I stood still as air blew at my face. Jeez it's cold. It was a windy night. I turned around and saw a gate that is fully opened. Without thinking twice, I jolted towards the gate, happy that i'll be able to escape— I tripped. A bell rung next to my ears making me jerk up getting ready to keep on running when suddenly a bunch of metal cans attached to a rope came my way hitting me from the back of my head. I hissed in pain as tears began forming in my eyes but I quickly wiped it away and kept making my way to the exit. My vision is so blurry. My head hurts. I'm getting dizzy. I need to find help. My body wanting nothing more but to just rest. I don't know where i'm going or where i'm at.

Suddenly a car parked 2 blocks away from me. A man walked out from the driver's seat and just stood there watching me.

"(name)-san!! Is that you?!" The man began sprinting towards me. I can't really tell who the person was since it was dark outside, but if I have to guess by the voice it's probably Naoto, Hina's younger brother.

"Naoto.." I muttered out before blacking out.

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There's prob a lot of mistakes but eh i'm too lazy to check.