The slender child (Watty Awards)

The end....

I slowly parted my lips in order to take a deep breath, the air was ice cold and it smelled slightly like rotten mice.

I groaned in pain as I slowly and carefully moved my arms up beside my head, my palm touching the ground. The ground was- hard. Not like my wooden floor. It was bumpy. And soggy and it was rough.. It felt like rock.

I squeezed my eyes slightly before slowly opening them, my vision was really blurry. But I could still make out some shapes and colours.. I brought my left hand close to my eyes and softly rubbed them, one at a time, until I could finally see. Well as much as I was able to.

My mind was so- fuzzy.. Like I just woke up after an hour of deep sleep. You know that cursid feeling. Where you feel so fuzzy so you just lay in bed for 3 extra hours but the feeling never seems to go away.

I could hardly move.. not that it hurt it was just from that stupid feeling. I just diden't want to.

My eyes widened and I lifted my head off of the cold hard ground as I took in a slight gasp once I realized where I was.

I was- i-in prison... Not real prison but there's a place in the town where they lock prisoners up until the authorities come to get them.

The ground really was rock.. It wasn't cement or anything, it was just pure rock. It was so cold.. I could tell we were deep under ground. Surrounding me were these large rusty metal bars. They diden't reach the ceiling, which was actually cement. And it laid softly on the ground, leaving small spaces between the ground and the bottom bar since the ground wasen't completely flat. There wasen't a door around or anything, I just assumed they lifted the cage up and threw the prisoner inside.

I'm pretty sure it would be relatively easy to escape from,except there was a man guarding my cell. He had really short hair that stuck out a bit just under his oddly shaped police hat. His cheek bones were sunken in sightly, just above his slightly rounded chin. He had blue eyes with a tint of green.

His uniform looked sort of like a police uniform. but it was slightly different. More like a bounty hunter outfit to me.

He sat in a cushioned seat, it was blood red and was obviously made out of leather. He sat by a wooden desk that had a few cuts on the side and on it lay a pen, some papers and just a few small trinkets like a key chain.

I gulped slightly and I put pressure on my shaking hands to force myself up. I pushed myself onto my knee's before turning to look at the man that was staring at me.

"W-Where am I..?" I managed to choke out.

"Your at W.W.P.H. Your being help for the murde-"

"Okay I get it just shut up my head hurts so much..." I said as I moaned in pain.

I brought my left hand up and gently clasped it over my forehead.

"That's just because of the drugs. Your sister insisted that we used a tranquilizer. She was terrified of you." He said, now in a softer voice.

"Oh yeahhh I sure love drugs.." I said sarcastically as I forced myself onto my shaking legs.

I heard the man let out a frustrated sigh, I really diden't bother to look at him. I heard his seat shift a bit right before I heard foot steps move towards my cell. I hesitated but I slowly turned and looked at him, even though his voice was really irritating.

He carefully walked over to a small cabinet that was hanging over a desk not to far away. I watched closely as he pulled out some kind of container and a bottle of water. I raised an eyebrow as he poured a pill or two into a clear small cup that you would see in hospitals for medication,and opened the bottle of water just to close it slightly.