Neighbor Boy (BoyxBoy)

Part 18

I woke up a while later somewhere cold and damp, like I was locked away in someone’s old cellar that hadn’t been used for years. I couldn’t see anything because I was blindfolded. I could, however, hear on occasion hear the loud trickling of water, like there was a leak in someone’s old rusty pipes. Not only that, but it echoed and came back to me at least twice before it stopped.

Then the noise would come back, and I felt like I was being held upside down over a leaky sink. The blindfold made me dizzy and disoriented. My thoughts immediately sprang to Marie Parkinson, the blind lady that we had met before. I wondered if this is how she felt, or if she even felt anything in her eyes at all.

I sighed, not really thinking about if there was anyone else around me until after I did it. It echoed quite a few times before being soaked back up into my surroundings. I clamped my mouth shut tight after that, and laid back in the seat that I was sitting in.

I didn’t even notice that I was sitting until I sat back and my bottom shifted slightly. Then I tried to move my legs slightly and found that I couldn’t. Finding this odd, I tried to move my arms, only to find that I couldn’t move them either. When I tried to bring them up instead of out, they rubbed up against the rough texture of rope, and I gasped.

The gasp was loud enough that it sounded almost deafening to my ears. I must have been in a really big place, but I didn’t know of any place in Arizona that could be this big and this empty. I bit my bottom lip, and was immediately thankful that my mouth wasn’t gagged.

I moved my head to the right, against my shoulder and began rubbing the blindfold off. I had gotten it just far enough that I could see the faint dark blue of my jeans. Then my head was smacked hard and the blindfold was brought back to my eyes once more.

I gasped in shock again, and moved my head to look around, even though I couldn’t see a darned thing. A very feminine voice laughed, and I heard the sound of shoes scraping up against stone. Weird how I knew what that sounded like.

When the scraping stopped, I could hear the creaking of a metal chair as someone sat down. Their feet plopped down on the ground again, and I heard what sounded like water. We must have been some place where water collected. Still, I couldn’t put my finger on a place.

“So, he’s finally awake.” The same female voice said, though I wasn’t entirely sure if she was talking to someone else, or just to herself.

She giggled, and her chair creaked loudly as she got up again. There was a dead silence of about five seconds before she began walking again. Her footsteps became louder, so I assumed she was coming over to me.

Then all of a sudden the blindfold was lifted from my head and I could see her dark silhouette next to me. It was Nora. She was wearing a red jacked with black racing stripes, tight fitting black yoga pants that went to her heals, and her hair was blonde with dark brown lowlights. That wouldn’t have been surprising if her hair hadn’t been black the last time I saw her.

Ignoring her for a moment, I looked around to take in my surroundings. There were brown stone walls, of no specific shape or form. It was all naturally formed, with randomly placed grooves and jagged edges. Hesitantly, I looked upwards to see very large and very sharp stalagmites pointing downwards at the two of us, and when I looked down I connected them all together.