Saving Her From The Darkness

"Callum?" I whisper into the darkness, hoping that he's down here with me. I keep tiptoeing, hands held out in front of me to make sure I don't bump into any of the walls. I could probably walk around this whole concrete maze without walking into anything, I've been locked down here plenty of times to know most of the routes but I'm still cautious every time not knowing what they've added as a punishment. Last week there was broken glass all over the floor and sharp blades pointing out from the walls that sliced my arms and my shoulders as I was trying to navigate my way around. "Callie, where are you?" I come to an abrupt stop as I hear my brother’s voice. My body is shaking violently as my brain wars with whether I should trust that it's actually Callum talking back to me or whether I'm being taunted with a sense of safety again with his voice being played out of one of the many speakers that are imbedded in the ceilings. I quiet my breathing and strain my ears to try and pick up any little sounds. "Little C, where the hell are you?" A relieved breath escapes me as my body relaxes slightly. Callum's definitely down here, he and Connor never call me Little C unless we're out of the house, down here or alone. It's the only way I ever know if it's really them down here in this darkness with me. "Cal, I'm here!" I shout out. silence greets me for a few moments and then the sound of faint, fast footsteps grace my ears from up ahead. "Stay exactly where you are Callie, don't move. I don't know what's down here yet." He calls out, his voice and footsteps are getting louder meaning he's getting closer. I lean against the wall beside me and just as I'm about to shout back out to him I hear a pained grunt rip from his throat and a heavy thud. "Callum!" I shout, running forward now, not caring about what they've put down here to hurt me. "Callum, call out!" I shout again, trying to gain any knowledge on where he might be. "Straight ahead and left!" he shouts back. I keep running until my hands hit a solid wall in front of me, I let out a slight yelp of pain from the impact and then turn left and crouch low, brushing my hands along the floor, searching for my older brother. "Careful Callie." He warns, only a few feet ahead of me now, "There's nails, pointy side up, everywhere and metal poles above." I crawl forward a few more paces before hissing out a breath as my hand catches on some of the nails. I brush them out of the way the best I can with no vision and then crawl forward again, one arm outstretched, hoping to feel any part of my brother. "Ahhh f**k!" I shout out as my hand that's holding me up presses down on a nail, the sharp point piercing through my skin and sinking in about an inch thankfully, the point doesn't come through the other side. A whimper leaves my body as I pull my hand up off the floor and pull the nail out. I cradle my hand up against my chest, now using the other one on the floor and being extremely careful moving forward. "Oh thank god." I rush out as my fingertips brush some rough denim. I clamp my whole hand around Callum's jean clad leg and give it a squeeze. I hear him let out a sigh of relief as his hand comes down on top of mine. "You okay Sunny?" I ask into the darkness. He lets out a rough chuckle and then groans in pain. "Yeah, I'm good little one, although I really wish you'd find better nicknames for us." he says back. I let out a soft and short chuckle and then adjust myself so that I'm leaning against the wall sat up against him, hands still clasped together. Ever since I was twelve, I've nicknamed the twins Sunny and Grumpy because of their opposite personalities. Callum is always the cheerful one, he can make you smile in any situation, and he literally lights up any room that he walks into with his bright smile and his calming, happy aura. Connor is the complete opposite, surprising since they're identical twins. Connor is scary to most with the scowl that's constantly painted on his face, he grunts and growls more than speaks to most people anyway. And if looks could kill, plenty of people would've been dead by now. I'm lucky to be their little sister, only by eleven months, because I get to see the good side of Connor and then the bad side of Callum, as far as I'm aware, no one else has ever gotten close enough to either of them to witness both sides of them. We're close knit and we protect each other at all costs, we kind of have to be to survive the demons that make up the rest of our family. "How long do you think we've been down here?" I ask him, resting my head on his shoulder. He gives my hand a squeeze and blows out a breath. "A couple hours at least. I was still fighting them off when they injected you and threw you down here. After they finally got me in the leg, Cameron gave me a smug smile and then mentioned something to Dad about what they were going to do for the hours that we were knocked out... I don't know how long they're planning to leave us down here this time though, but it can't be too long because we start college in two days." I groan at his last words. College, how could I have forgotten. The boys purposefully failed their last school year so that they could redo it with me and then join college at the same time too, even though they knew they'd get a beat in for it, they still chose to do it. Idiots. "Connor will somehow get us out soon, you know he always finds a way. We'll be okay. Sleep if you want. I'll wake you if need be." He chuckles at me but rests his head on top of mine. "You're the youngest out of us Callie, you shouldn't be the one always looking out for us, it's meant to be the other way around." He responds tiredly. I shake my head slightly, trying not to disrupt him. "Firstly, I'm only eleven months younger." He laughs and squeezes my hand again, "Secondly, you do both look out for me Cal. I'd be dead if it weren't for you two. That doesn't mean I can't be there for you two as well. You're my brothers, and I love you both. We're all getting out of this together. Besides, you took a harder and bigger beat in up there, you need rest." We both squeeze our hands together and he kisses the top of my head. "To the moon and back Little C." he whispers. "To the moon and back Cal." I whisper back, feeling his body slump down slightly as he drifts off to sleep.