Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 12

The heavy touch of his on your skin which made you goosebumps. Grabbing and dragging you painfully, while you mustn't make a sound at all. No, you had to stay silent, otherwise, others would have found out... The warm sweaty hands around you, making you feel suffocated. You didn't want to do this. You wanted to escape. But you didn't have a choice. Well.. once you had. The shaky grab on the shotgun, aiming it to the cause of your suffering. Your uncle. The shot missed, he's alive. And you're not a murderer. He took you after your father's death to continue the abuse. To make your every day's life like a hell.

Was this all worth it?

If you could have aimed properly...

By loud panting, you tried to get out all the horrible memories of your mind with low success. Tears, like streams, were flowing down your face and dropped heavily onto your knees that you've been embracing. Your lungs were squeezed, you felt like you were suffocated. You didn't know how long you've been sitting there... This panic attack seemed to be lasting further than the other ones. With some shaky swallow, you tried to calm yourself down. f**k those memories, you had a bigger issue now. If you don't find any solution in a few hours, you... C'mon, you had to pull yourself together, for god's sake!

With slowly moves you stood up, supporting yourself by the wall. You trod to the bathroom and looked at the old mirror. Such a crying mess, huh... that's exactly how you looked like now. So you put your hands under the water and washed your face. The pair of eyes that were looking back at you now became determined to the final goal. You had to get out of here.

And you were not afraid to do anything to implement it.

You remembered about that nail that has been lying at the door frame. You had to find that. So with quick steps, you rushed to the wall and started searching for it. Fortunately, it was not too hard to find it, so after picking it up, you had to start thinking about the next step. Maybe.. maybe you could use this, to somehow scratch that old door frame out around the handle, and open door. It seemed a really slow and frustrating solution -not to mention also this plan was bleeding from a lot of wounds-, but it was better than nothing. You had to be fast and quiet, because.. obviously you couldn't let your keeper find it out.

First thing first, you peeked out of the keyhole, looking for any movement. You didn't hear or see anything though, so you guessed he was away. And it meant your chance was here. Focusing on the possible place of the lock, you started scratching the dry-rotten old door frame...

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Scratch.. scratch... scratch....

You weren't sure how long you've been there, trying to escape with unshakeable determination. It seemed like an eternity with no significant success. But you couldn't give up now. You flinched and almost dropped the nail at the sudden sound of the opening door. Quickly crouching down, you looked through the keyhole with growing nerves. Your stomach twisted as you saw who came into the other room.

It was an old woman who you've never seen.

She was looking around carefully, most likely in order to search for something. She looked... scared. Maybe... maybe she could help you. This simple possibility made you trembling. The exit of this hell opened in front of you once again. Gathering all of your strength, you let out a deep sigh. But in the moment you wanted to cry out for help, the door behind her suddenly swung open by your captor. You quickly covered your mouth in order not to let out any voice even by accident.

"What are you doing here Dr. Fletcher?" he asked in a serious voice.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't find the toilet." she giggled innocently. "I thought I can find it, but this place is bigger than it looks first. By the way, Dennis –" You flinched at the name and started wondering what kind of relationship can have these two people. "Is this a kind of working room of yours? Are these clothes concerning to every individual?" She pointed somewhere, but it was out of your sight. But as you remembered, there were clothes hanging in different styles.

"Well... Since none of us has the same taste when it comes to fashion, indeed." He said setting his glasses.

"Barry told some things about these habits of yours, but it's fascinating to see it by my own eyes." She gushed putting together her hands. "By the way is that the computer that Barry has also talked me about? Where you make videos for everyone?"

"Yes.." his voice started to become a bit darker this time. "When there's an important message for all of us or just... someone wants to share something with the others, we use this. I and Patricia are sadly not really allowed to use it, speaking that we share... "harmful" messages. I don't think it in that way, but who am I to Barry.." You could hear the sarcastic and satiric tone.

"How interesting... Are Kevin belongings are here in that room as well? Since.. nowadays he doesn't really use the Light according to Barry."

There was a little pause before your keeper answered "Of course. We keep his stuff in the drawers. There's not much though.." He said quietly. Even behind the door, you could feel the tension between them. You felt that Dennis didn't want to continue this conversation. But this was not something that would have stopped the woman from her questions.

"Now there's only one question that had remained for me." She continued softly "You know how curious I am. So could you tell me what's in that room? I feel like I don'5 have the right to check it, but still." She asked carefully pointing towards your door. You shakily swallowed, but deep inside you knew that there's no way that your keeper would tell her the truth.

"Dr. Fletcher." Dennis started giving her a forced smile. "I'm pretty sure that you're aware what curiosity can do with the cat in the phrase..."

She startled for a minute, then let out a nervous giggle. "Forgive me Dennis for being so nosy. It's my job to intrude into people's personal life. Sometimes I let myself to cross the line where I'm supposed to stay within."

"It's okay, there are only old tools, nothing more in that room. By the way Dr. Fletcher the bathroom is on the other way of the corridor. I'll show you the right way."

The woman hesitated for a minute then nodded "Thank you, Dennis." And the two of them left the room, making everything in complete silence.

Their conversation was useful.. well probably, but first of all, you had to get out of this room. Even if you had so many questions even about this woman.. you had to keep them back and focus on the lock again. Surely not much time left for you.

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One scratch and another, come on, you are almost done, just one more...

The lock clicked. The door opened.

With pulsating heart, you carefully looked out of it. No one was there. Your captor must have been with that woman, or gone outside. The field was clear. So leaving your room, you rushed to the other door which led to the corridor. After multiple trying, it was still locked. s**t, you needed to find the key somehow...

Then you looked at the computer and had another idea. Sitting down in front of it, you quickly turned on the monitor and searched any kind of page to open it. Maybe.. if there's internet here, you could inform someone that you're in danger. After typing 'Facebook.com' into the searcher, a virtual message appeared, showing there's no internet connection. Of course.. you could have thought, Dennis and that woman had even talked about it, you dummy!

Wait a minute.. what else they were talking about? That.. Kevin guy. Maybe between his stuff, they hid the key as well. You had to find it.

They had mentioned a kind of drawer, maybe one of these under the computer... You opened them in a rush, to see if there was any important in them. Documents, papers, more papers with colored pencils... There was really nothing that you could use?? You became even more frustrated because of the failures. But then you opened the bottom drawer.

There was a box in it, whereat 'Kevin's' has been written.

Taking it out of the case, you carefully put it onto the table. You took off the top of it to see what's in that box. A notebook was lying there with the sign: Notes on it. You swallowed, a sudden nerve has taken over you. Why did you feel nervous at all? Not that anything important could happen.. right?

You opened it with growing curiosity. It was filled with different notes - huh, what a surprise -, so after a quick check, you decided to read it from the beginning.

/17th April 2014

So I started attending the therapy sessions of Dr. Karen Fletcher and she recommended me to write some thoughts after every meeting. I don't know if it'll work or not, but I she's the professional from the two of us, and I won't be the one who will say what's good or not. I just want this to end.../

Interesting.. so that woman from before, she was their therapist. Has she been dealing with all of the individuals? You decided to read more.

/24th April 2014

She asked me if I was able to let any of the others use the Light. According to Dr. Fletcher, it was Barry who she could talk with, and she was impressed- /

Okay, for god's sake, you didn't have time for reading all of these! There were tons of messages in this notebook! You started frustratedly flipping the pages, hoping to find something useful. After a few flips though, something caught your eyes.

/15th September 2014

Dr. Fletcher told me to write this down in any cases. She said she was able to force me out to use the Light by saying out my name loudly. My body reacted because of the terrifying memories that my brain remembered to. So IMPORTANT NOTE IF ANYONE READS THIS, IN EMERGENCY, SAY IT LOUD MY NAME ________________ /

The name has been aggressively scribbled out.

No, no, no, you had to get the name, if that was true, you could use this even against the monster. You needed this name more than anything because it could even save your life. You turned the page, it looked like someone torn out some papers. You noticed the traces of writing, that unknown surely didn't want anyone to know about this. Maybe.. they were afraid that in this way they'll be vulnerable? You started flipping the remained pages in hope to find something.

Suddenly as you wanted to turn another one, you felt something.. different. This page was not like the others. You leaned above it to examine it better. If you looked at it from closer, the glued papers' sides became visible. You swallowed, and carefully tried to separate them. Much to your surprise, you didn't have to make any effort to take apart them. Your stomach though, it twisted as you see the writing on it. Through the whole paper sheet, only one name was written in shaky silhouettes, multiple times again, again and again.

Kevin Wendell Crumb