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Timberly
Eight days it’s been. Eight days since I have been holed up in here with stone cold Jet the computer geek. I know this because I watch the TV and it has the date and time on the screen.
“This is so shit...” I breathe out twisting my fingers around a long black strand of my hair. Nope Jet didn’t even blink. Dramatically I walk over to the mantel above the fire that never is lit. I run my fingers over the wood drawing patterns though the dust.
“Jet, can we go outside and breathe?” I ask well I pouty beg nothing no sound just his fingers typing over his keyboard. “Helllllloooooo,” I whine out. “Jet, Hellloooo” taping my fingers on top of his head that has always got a baseball cap on it. His fingers snap up grabbing mine in a vice like grip “Ouch!”
Standing he twists my hand back pain searing through me heat prickles out as he matches me over to the couch “Sit the fuck down and shut the fuc_____.” He doesn’t get to finish as a red light above he monitors starts flashing out bright red shards of light through the dimly lit room. “Fuck, shit, fuck me.” Jet panics running towards the laptop the monitors light up and a hum of fluorescent light breaks out as the screens come to life and the hive of activity outside. “Fuck!” he screams. “This is bad, real bad, fuck.” Grabbing his gun and slamming it in the waistband of his jeans “Stay.” He screams at me.
“What’s happening?” I question.
“The Reapers have happened.” His tone is scared.
“Ghost,” I breathe out.
“Yup,” he says as he runs from the room and I am left watching the hell unfold on the screens.
It feels like hours that I have been watching searching for Ghost and, just as I’m about to look away, I see him right outside in the corridor. Running to the door I pull the handle down fuck it’s locked trying again nope no luck my shaking hands find the locks and I turn them still nothing fuck me, and fuck you Jet, screaming I bang my hands on the door
“Ghost, HERE, I’m in HERE.” I scream out “Please.” Snapping my eyes back to the screens he’s still out there kicking the doors open he enters room and it’s a long while before he comes out and I have to really look. He has a lady wrapped in his arms, bright purple hair fanning out dirty and knotty. Is that Blue? Fuck, I want to be in his arms. I want out of here and I want to be saved.
“GHOST!” screaming my throat dry burning I don’t care the pain fuels me slamming the palms of my hands on the door slapping them hard over and over “Ghost, Ghost, Ghost, I’m in here HELP!!! Ghost, pleaseeeeee” Kicking the door I fall down the door tears cascading down my cheeks warm streaks dropping onto the track pants that aren’t mine they belong to a man who I want to kill. Anger and fear pour from me my one chance to get out of here has just walked out with a woman who isn’t me.
Crawling over to the couch, I pull the small blanket from it and wrap it around myself as I watch the screens and the Reapers take women after women from this hell and kill whoever comes near them. Viper, I don’t see him on any of the screens, nor Jet. What the fuck will happen to me and how the fuck do I get out of here.
I watch till my eyes burn the tears have long dried on my cheeks as my nails dig into my palms the last of the Reapers leave I close my eyes and sob alone in the dark with just a white hum of light around me.
Day One.... I wake up cold and stiff alone still havoc unfolds around me. I watch the screens picking the skin under my nails till they are raw.
Day Two... Alone.... Cold.... Standing for the first time dizziness washes over me I stumble knocking over the small table that has a lamp on it jumping as it shatters to the floor... “ Oh fuck” flag trying to be human I fall to the floor and crawl inside myself pulling stands of hair from my head till the pain is too much and I close my eyes falling into a terrorizing slumber.
Day Three.... Waking up looking around.... Yep still alone.... Fuck....
Hello darkness my old friend I see you’ve come to talk with me again.
I chant the lyrics from Disturbed as I watch the men go wild and rapid one all eight monitors. The dark voices fall loud and heavy as I step towards the screens and run my fingers over the people on the screens they are so out of it running, screaming anger falling from them. I can see it watching them leaning my forehead on the cool screen flicking my eyes closed “Ghost please, come back, Viper please come back, Jet please.”
Day Four.... Pulling my now starving and empty body from the floor the rough indent of carpet decorating my skin I head for the bathroom. Shock at the shell I see in the mirror I pull at the loose saggy skin on my face, the deep jet-black bags under my sunken eyes, my skin clay and grey. Running my tongue over my teeth the furry gritty coating sends my body into a dry retching, reaching for a toothbrush in the holder no fucks given for who it belongs to I lather it in toothpaste and scrub my teeth till my gums bleed and the burn sinks in deep unsure if the tears falling is from the sting of the paste burning my gums or the fact that I’m fucking going crazy locked in a room alone...
Stumbling from the bathroom I grab a cold glass of water and sit on the couch. Pulling my knees up into my chest I carry on my ritual of watching the monitors and calling for help till my throat has the feeling of being wrapped in coarse sandpaper. Looking down I see that the water in gone, closing my eyes I fall back onto the couch as the voices attack my mind causing me to have unfair delusions and desires of death.
Day Five...... I don’t even move nope not at all I slump my body down and lie on my side wrapped up in the warm fuzzy, fluffy blanket around me and pretend that I’m a princess on a fluffy pink cloud jumping high above the world with nothing but a sense of imitation and carefree energy just me and my rainbow-colored unicorn. Yep happy place right there smiling I begin to laugh uncontrollably as the unicorn pulls me higher into space and no longer am I just on fluffy pink clouds nope we are now moon hoping and throwing candy floss cover moon rocks at Lime green Aliens.
Day Six.... Today is the day I will be leaving yes, yes, yes. I sure will be...Shower, plan, exit stage left got it... But first coffee, yep that sounds rather good, what a great idea Timberly I say to myself and then myself answer itself You’re welcome, Timberly. Aww how nice is that? myself is talking to itself see I’m not alone after all. Standing I fall back down as the spots come fast no warning they just hit me out of nowhere like a sledgehammer I’m out cold I’m sure of it my body hurts I feel as though I am bent in a funny way and can’t seem to wake up...
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm slowly I crack my eyes open something feels different yep it’s defiantly not the same the air is different in here in this room in my new hell something has shifted, and I smell coffee yes coffee oooooh maybe I am at work. Looking up from the way I am now lying flat not on the couch but the bed huh what the fuck scanning the room I see him then oh fuck yes thank god he here he’s back. “Viper.” My throat is croaks out dry and sore it’s painful to get the words out he cranes his head to meet mine the marks of a battle wearing over his features his arm is bleeding and I notice a pool of blood on his shit.
“Are you hurt?” I question him as he sips from the cup walking over to me he places the warm cup in my shaking hands
“Shhhhh” he says tucking the tendrils of hair behind my ears. “Little lady I’m not coming back ok Jet and I are leaving with Blue tonight so in Three days you leave.” His voice fast deep but clear dropping a set of keys and a swipe card on my lap. “Take the exit we went out that night go to the right and just follow the road little lady I’m sorry.” He breathes out wrapping his hand behind my head pulling me forward he kisses the top of my head and I just watch him grab his duffle bag stopping at the door Three Days Little lady they all will start to leave just the die hands will be hanging around Three days and you walk out of here.” I blink my tired confused eyes up at him. “I’m sorry” he says and that’s it he’s gone.
Day Seven... Coffee in hand and I’m back to being lost, crazy and alone right cool story Bro I mouth to the door...