In the Dark 14

When I came out of the darkness, the first thought that crossed my mind was: something is wrong. I examined my surroundings. I was in a closet. Wow! This is so not how I wanted to start my day.... or night. How long I'd been unconscious? The closet had been clear of its contents. No coats, cleaning supplies, or towels could be found. I was its only inhabitants.

After a few minutes of wriggling around, I came to the conclusion that I was tied up. My hands and feet were bound tightly with some kind of chain. There was nothing I could even attempt to use to break it. I was helpless and trapped. Just great!

The sound of footsteps made me freeze. There were a couple some ones right outside the door. A male voice spoke first. I couldn't make out what he was saying though. The door made sure of that. Another male voice answered. This guy was a bit louder, but still it was not enough. The two males engaged in an argument. They went at each other for minute or so. Finally, a woman's silenced their spat. She sounded oddly familiar. I thought on where I'd heard her, but I came up empty. My mind remembered hearing that voice a thousand times, but where....

Just then the owners of the voices walked toward my prison. Their figures blocked the light from seeping under the door. A hand turned the doorknob slowly like in a horror movie. The door opened to reveal a man. I did not recognize him. He stood average height with a weight lifter's build. His unruly brown hair was cropped short. This man pulled off the woodsmen look perfectly complete with the clothes to match. He threw me a death look before moving out of the doorway. What I saw behind him was a blow directly to my heart.

A women moved to the door. The women who I heard spoke, who I recognized stared down at me with cold eyes. They were a familiar green. Once full of life, now they were dead. I knew this woman. I knew her like I'd know the back of my hand. I lifted my eyes to hers let her see the spark of recognition. It didn't move her. She still looked at me as if I were a rat. Disgusting and uncared for. This woman who looked at me like that was my mother.

Suddenly I was pulled into a memory from before she disappeared. We were in our yard at home. A picnic was set up. Mom, Conrad, and I were sitting around the plates of food. Mom was telling us a story. I couldn't remember it exactly. The story changed every time we went out, but the output was always the same. Mom leaned in, her eyes getting large with the building suspense. Then out of no where, she and Conrad would tickle me. I fell back onto the blanket in a fit of giggling. Finally they would let me up, but that was a mistake. I got them back. This always starts a tickle war.

The memory left with our laughter echoing in my head. The women in the dream and the reality standing before me were two different people.

"Get up." Mom barked at me. I stayed firmly planted on my butt looking up at her. She narrowed her eyes at me and motioned for the previous man to come to the door. He hauled me off my feet with ease and continued to drag me out of the closet to another room. I struggled to get away, but this guy's hands were like cement. He didn't budge. Mother followed close behind. This room was slightly bigger than the closet. It was bare except for a metal pole sticking up in the center of the room. He dragged me to the pole. After a glance at Mom, he chained me to it. I jerked and pulled trying to get free. My efforts were fruitless. The chain held strong. I sighed.

The man then strolled out the door closing it behind him. I was alone with a crazy lady. Lovely!

Mother didn't speak, and I didn't break the silence. I wouldn't even look at her. She didn't deserve it. Her betrayal had cut me deep. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Mom finally spoke.

"Blair," She whispered. Mom took a deep breath to speak again, but a knock at the door sounded. I heard her walk to the door and open it. Right before she closed the door, I chanced a glimpse of her. I caught her eye for only a brief moment. The only word I can use to describe the look in her eyes was guilt. At what was a mystery to me. That emotion though was enough for me. I took comfort in the thought that mom wasn't a complete sociopath.

Mother then slammed door shut. With that parting, I was now completely alone. The only hope I had was that Aidan would come and rescue me. That glimmer of hope faded nevertheless as the hours past. My spirit dwindled to emptiness like a wilting flower. No one was coming.
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My writer's block isn't completely gone, but I finally got this out! I've decided to continue In the Dark. I hope you enjoy!