Flash Fiction
I think of the days when I was back with my family, my loving, amazing family who I miss more and more every day. It has now been two weeks since I’ve seen them, but I know they haven’t stopped looking, they will never stop looking for me, not until they find me, right? I push that terrifying thought out of my head just in time to notice that she was now here; standing two feet in front of me, arms crossed looking from me to her tools. The shiny silver plate with the tortuous items, pliers, knifes, and other items I can’t name. The worst is the small one with the round sharp item at the end, which when it comes into contact with skin makes a gut wrenching burn, and electric pulse goes all throughout your body. And then there are the other ones, ones she has not used yet and I have no idea what they do or how bad they hurt, and I hope I don’t find out.
Now she’s looking back at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. She’s a monster, a beautiful monster, I love her, but I dread her all at the same time. She slowly reaches for the small blade, picking it up and examining it, spinning it between her fingers. She looks back at me ever so slowly, and brings it up to my cheek bone gently rubbing it up, and down, up and down, but not breaking the surface of my skin.
“Katie!” yells the man behind the glass. He’s in charge from what I can tell. I’ve never seen his face; he never takes of the hideous mask that looks like a smiling baby. But he's always the one giving orders never interacting with me directly, but he always come to watch when they use their tools on me. Katie jumps, making me bleed from the chin. She drops the blade and hurry’s to go to him, baby face. She’s scared of him, I know he has something on her, but I don’t know what. I watch as they argue and he slaps her right across the face making her fall to her knees. That when I remember the knife. The knife she dropped right at my feet. I glance up at them; they are still focused on their fight and no one’s watching me. Little by little I slid my foot out, stretching for the little silver blade of opportunity. BOOM! I pull my foot back and look up to see it was just Katie getting another beating from baby face. I put my foot back out and slide the knife under my black torn up shoes.
Yes, a feeling shot through me, a feeling I haven’t felt since the night they threw me in that van and took me here, to this hell. A feeling that almost made me smile. Hope. I look around one more time to make sure no one else is watching, besides Katie and baby face, we are the only ones in the room and they were still arguing. I tried to listen in to see what the big news was, but I couldn’t hear anything with them behind the glass. After five minutes pass Katie comes walking back in. Her cheek is red and starting to swell and I can see tears in her eyes. She picks up the silver tray and starts to leave.
“Katie, are you ok?” I spit out before she has the chance to leave.
“Looks like we’re not going to have any fun today kid, but tomorrow we will make up for it.”
“Katie, are you ok?” I say demanding and answer.
“Why do you even care? With what I do to you, how can you care!” she yells. I made her mad I can tell, I didn’t mean to, I just need to know if she ok. She swiftly sets the tray down grabs the biggest knife and slams it into my upper thigh, then back up again. Blood rains down my pants making a puddle of red, wet, pain under me.
“I feel better now, thanks kid” she says with a smirk, picks up the tray and leaves
At first I didn’t even feel the pain but now, it was unbearable. I’m crouched over screaming when the man in the white caught walks in. The man they always send in once she’s done with me. He wraps my leg tight and says the same six words he says every time I see him, the only words he has ever said to me. “Can’t have you dies on us” I wish they would.
I wait; at least four hours and look to the clock in the glass room. 2:00 a.m. They have to be asleep by now right? I attempt to bring the knife up to my lap. Sliding my feet together and lift up my legs just high enough to drop it on my lap. I separate my legs letting the knife fall between my legs to the seat of my chair. Slowly lifting my bottom and sliding the knife back with my thighs until my tied up hands behind me are able to reach it. I grab it and work through the first twist tie as fast as I can. Snap! And my hand is free. I look around. Still no one’s there, but I still sit to that metal chair that’s bolted to the ground. Why don't I move? Why don’t I run? I’m terrified, I push that aside and tell myself it my only chance, my only hope. And I stand but immediately fall to the ground forgetting about the wound on my left leg that Katie gave me. I find my way back to my feet and take that first step, then another and another and find my way to a slow jog. I come to the hallway; the one Katie walks in to greet me every morning, so I turn the other way. I need to find the door out of here and then the police.
I jog down many hallways, right, left, left, right, hoping to find something but there’s no doors, just long hallways. It becomes a maze. Have I been in this hall before? They all look the same and I start to panic moving a little faster as tears flood my eyes in the thought that I'll never find a way out of here. It's been at least a half hour and still nothing. But I keep going, the pain in my leg increasing with every step. That's when I see the door. The only door I’ve seen yet. I can see sunlight under the door breaking its way through. I plunge for the door, twisting the handle and swinging it open. That’s when the alarm goes off. I sprint to try to get as far and I can from that nightmare of a place. I’m in a city; don’t know what city but it big with skyscrapers on every corner. I run out of the ally and see a cop car only two blocks away. But right away I know something’s wrong. There’s no one on the streets, not one person, it’s empty. There’s no noise either the only sound it the wind howling through the streets. It looks like the city was evacuated, like a nuclear bomb when off, with all the windows on the builds broken. Glass covers the street. Panic settles in, but I don’t lose hope, I know this is my chance, I can be freed. I see a car on the street around the corner, a cop car! My legs in more pain than ever but I don’t give it any attention as I tear down the road. Sprinting for the protection of the vehicle. Never looking back I fear they were right behind me.
I grab the handle and swing the door open with all of my strength, jumping in the back seat. My mouth opens and I’m rambling but I can’t stop, yelling at the driver to go that there’s crazy people after me, that he need to get me home. After a minute of screaming at the drive I notice he’s not responding, something wrong with him, he’s not noticing me. So finally I tug him on the shoulder shouting at him to drive. Finally he looks back at me, as his head turn I see the all too familiar mask. Baby face.
He starts to pull away driving and I’m pushing on the door. But it's bolted. Tears run down my face as I see there is no hope. He drives out of the city and into the country side to the new location where I will be torture until I die. I give up. I can't win, and that soothing answer falls on me, I fall asleep and dream of my loving family and am happy, for the moment.
Now she’s looking back at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. She’s a monster, a beautiful monster, I love her, but I dread her all at the same time. She slowly reaches for the small blade, picking it up and examining it, spinning it between her fingers. She looks back at me ever so slowly, and brings it up to my cheek bone gently rubbing it up, and down, up and down, but not breaking the surface of my skin.
“Katie!” yells the man behind the glass. He’s in charge from what I can tell. I’ve never seen his face; he never takes of the hideous mask that looks like a smiling baby. But he's always the one giving orders never interacting with me directly, but he always come to watch when they use their tools on me. Katie jumps, making me bleed from the chin. She drops the blade and hurry’s to go to him, baby face. She’s scared of him, I know he has something on her, but I don’t know what. I watch as they argue and he slaps her right across the face making her fall to her knees. That when I remember the knife. The knife she dropped right at my feet. I glance up at them; they are still focused on their fight and no one’s watching me. Little by little I slid my foot out, stretching for the little silver blade of opportunity. BOOM! I pull my foot back and look up to see it was just Katie getting another beating from baby face. I put my foot back out and slide the knife under my black torn up shoes.
Yes, a feeling shot through me, a feeling I haven’t felt since the night they threw me in that van and took me here, to this hell. A feeling that almost made me smile. Hope. I look around one more time to make sure no one else is watching, besides Katie and baby face, we are the only ones in the room and they were still arguing. I tried to listen in to see what the big news was, but I couldn’t hear anything with them behind the glass. After five minutes pass Katie comes walking back in. Her cheek is red and starting to swell and I can see tears in her eyes. She picks up the silver tray and starts to leave.
“Katie, are you ok?” I spit out before she has the chance to leave.
“Looks like we’re not going to have any fun today kid, but tomorrow we will make up for it.”
“Katie, are you ok?” I say demanding and answer.
“Why do you even care? With what I do to you, how can you care!” she yells. I made her mad I can tell, I didn’t mean to, I just need to know if she ok. She swiftly sets the tray down grabs the biggest knife and slams it into my upper thigh, then back up again. Blood rains down my pants making a puddle of red, wet, pain under me.
“I feel better now, thanks kid” she says with a smirk, picks up the tray and leaves
At first I didn’t even feel the pain but now, it was unbearable. I’m crouched over screaming when the man in the white caught walks in. The man they always send in once she’s done with me. He wraps my leg tight and says the same six words he says every time I see him, the only words he has ever said to me. “Can’t have you dies on us” I wish they would.
I wait; at least four hours and look to the clock in the glass room. 2:00 a.m. They have to be asleep by now right? I attempt to bring the knife up to my lap. Sliding my feet together and lift up my legs just high enough to drop it on my lap. I separate my legs letting the knife fall between my legs to the seat of my chair. Slowly lifting my bottom and sliding the knife back with my thighs until my tied up hands behind me are able to reach it. I grab it and work through the first twist tie as fast as I can. Snap! And my hand is free. I look around. Still no one’s there, but I still sit to that metal chair that’s bolted to the ground. Why don't I move? Why don’t I run? I’m terrified, I push that aside and tell myself it my only chance, my only hope. And I stand but immediately fall to the ground forgetting about the wound on my left leg that Katie gave me. I find my way back to my feet and take that first step, then another and another and find my way to a slow jog. I come to the hallway; the one Katie walks in to greet me every morning, so I turn the other way. I need to find the door out of here and then the police.
I jog down many hallways, right, left, left, right, hoping to find something but there’s no doors, just long hallways. It becomes a maze. Have I been in this hall before? They all look the same and I start to panic moving a little faster as tears flood my eyes in the thought that I'll never find a way out of here. It's been at least a half hour and still nothing. But I keep going, the pain in my leg increasing with every step. That's when I see the door. The only door I’ve seen yet. I can see sunlight under the door breaking its way through. I plunge for the door, twisting the handle and swinging it open. That’s when the alarm goes off. I sprint to try to get as far and I can from that nightmare of a place. I’m in a city; don’t know what city but it big with skyscrapers on every corner. I run out of the ally and see a cop car only two blocks away. But right away I know something’s wrong. There’s no one on the streets, not one person, it’s empty. There’s no noise either the only sound it the wind howling through the streets. It looks like the city was evacuated, like a nuclear bomb when off, with all the windows on the builds broken. Glass covers the street. Panic settles in, but I don’t lose hope, I know this is my chance, I can be freed. I see a car on the street around the corner, a cop car! My legs in more pain than ever but I don’t give it any attention as I tear down the road. Sprinting for the protection of the vehicle. Never looking back I fear they were right behind me.
I grab the handle and swing the door open with all of my strength, jumping in the back seat. My mouth opens and I’m rambling but I can’t stop, yelling at the driver to go that there’s crazy people after me, that he need to get me home. After a minute of screaming at the drive I notice he’s not responding, something wrong with him, he’s not noticing me. So finally I tug him on the shoulder shouting at him to drive. Finally he looks back at me, as his head turn I see the all too familiar mask. Baby face.
He starts to pull away driving and I’m pushing on the door. But it's bolted. Tears run down my face as I see there is no hope. He drives out of the city and into the country side to the new location where I will be torture until I die. I give up. I can't win, and that soothing answer falls on me, I fall asleep and dream of my loving family and am happy, for the moment.