I could hear my heartbeat throbbing inside my chest; My eyes were glued together by the crust of a deep sleep. I peeled them apart and stared out into the darkness. The dripping of a nearby faucet trickled into my head and I knew it would drive me insane after a short while.
I screamed, my voice hoarse from the unexpected nap and dampness in the air. "What do you want from me!" My only response was an echo mocking me.
The room was pitch-black and seemed to be shrinking by the second. God, I hated small spaces. I decided to test my surroundings and slid off the bed. The slimy texture of the ground sent shivers up my spine.
"I know you can hear me!" Silence rung in my ears as I put one foot after the other, until the chain reached the end of it's length. I ran my fingers over the cold metal and pulled against the anklet; My skin began to burn while I tried to free myself.
The more I twisted, hit, and yanked the more frustrated I became with my captor. "Why don't you show your face?"
This time I could hear a doorknob squeak across the room; My breathing accelerated as I prepared to see the face of the person who chained me to a bed post. Light flooded the room and nearly blinded me but I forced to keep watching as the dark figure came into view.
His silhouette was all that I could make out but the smell that came with it was intoxicating; The scent of fresh cut grass and droplets of the sunrise hit me harder than I had ever expected.
"Wyatt?" I whispered.
"How's your head?"
I pressed my hand up to the wound aching on my forehead; It was sticky and covered in my hair. "Fine," I said, "No thanks to you."
He came closer to me. Only a few more steps and I could reach him. "I wish I could say I was sorry."
"Some friend you are," I scoffed.
"At least I'm not a monster,"
"That's a harsh word,"
"It's a harsh reality." Good ol' Wyatt, truly a man of many words.
The chain clanked as I stood up and tried to look into the eyes of my faceless friend, "So what's the plan?"
He paused, no doubt questioning whether or not he should go full cinematic villain on me and divulge everything to his captive. "Tomorrow's the full moon. I should know everything I need to by then."
"For an honors student that really isn't smart."
"And why is that?" He challenged me.
"Because I'll kill you."
"You won't,"
"If you really believe that then why am I chained up like an animal?"
"Because that's what you are now," He finally stumbled close enough for me to grab him. I tried to play it cool; If he wanted a humane conversation then that's exactly what he gets.
"I'm the same person." I couldn't put enough stress on the human part of that sentence, "Please, I'm your best friend, the one who helped you on our Chem final, the one who always helps your mom bake cookies on Christmas eve." My eyes stung at the sound of my own pleading voice. There was only a few hours before I lost control. "I know I haven't been the same but it's still me."
I couldn't see him but I knew he was struggling, "I'm sorry, Rae, but I don't believe you." He turned his shoulders to leave but not before I lunged at him.
We hit the floor; My body pressed against his for the first time since we were allowed to wrestle as children. A game that he always won, but now I would come out on top.
He pushed me off and scrambled to his feet. I beat him to the door with the bed close behind.
"You didn't really think that a queen size would keep me in here, did you?" There he was, always underestimating me. I blocked his only escape and dared him to try and move me.
"I guess the beds have turned,"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't try and be cute."
"I thought you would know by now," his voice gradually drifted further from my reach, "I don't have to try." Before I could respond a blaring whistle brought me to my knees and the room was lit with red bulbs.
"You asshole," I growled as I crawled to the speaker and smashed it with my fist.
"It's better than being a bitch."
Blood tripped off my knuckles and for the first time since he smashed a vase into my head I met his gaze. The same murky green eyes that greeted me every morning and teared up the first time he watched The Titanic were now focused on only one thing, imprisoning me.
