Stay (Disasters In Love: Book 1.5) (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 19

Kat
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My eyes strain to find something familiar, but all I see is blackness. Just nothingness everywhere. I can't remember it ever being so dark.

It's playing tricks on my eyes, making me see things that aren't there, like an oasis in a desert. Except my eyes are conjuring up everyday items that they should be seeing, like walls and ceilings. Then they vanish and I'm left alone with absolutely nothing.

Where am I?

Am I dead?

Well, this seems a little too dark to be Heaven, maybe Dad was right and I went to Hell.

Hell smells a lot like a musty old basement. I try to ignore the smell of blood, but it's difficult. Is it mine? Did someone die here?

Well, maybe it is Hell.

I get the feeling that I'm being watched, but that seems impossible given the current light situation. Maybe it's the Devil.

I wonder if Satan can see in the dark? Was that mentioned in the Bible somewhere? I feel like that should have been covered in at least one Sunday School class.

I'm surrounded by silence. If someone is here, they aren't making a sound. It certainly feels like I am all alone, though. That thought is both comforting and terrifying.

What happened? How did I get here? I remember telling Vanessa about the note. And Ben showing up, even though I wasn't supposed to see him.

Oh god. Did they get him too? Please let him be okay.

Ouch. Why does my head hurt so much? I try to reach up and feel it, but I can't.

Why can't I move? Oh no, am I paralyzed? What can I do if I can't walk? How will I ever be able to escape? Will I ever see Ben again? Or my sister?

What if I don't get out?
What if I die here?

I hear a groan next to me and nearly jump out of my skin.

Something clanging keeps me from fleeing. Are those chains?

Why am I chained up? Oh god, I really am going to die. There's no way out of this. Someone wants me dead.

Well, on the plus side, at least I know I'm not paralyzed, so if given the chance, I am capable of fleeing. Although the odds of that chance are greatly reduced by these incredibly uncomfortable chains.

Everything hurts. How long was I sleeping on this concrete floor? How long have I been here?

Okay, I need to focus. Any clues could help. I need to figure out where I am. That's what they always do in movies, right? Figure out where they are and then how to get out comes easily.

Right?

Okay, focus. One step at a time.

My ears are in high alert, listening for any little sound as my eyes strain for any sign of light, but I'm left with nothing but the sound of my own breathing.