The Good from the Bad

The Good from the Bad - Chapter 4 - Week After

A week has passed since my family’s death. I don't remember much from that night and quite frankly I don't want to, but it doesn't matter, the only thing I can remember is just being in this room. I don't recall how I got here though. Keeping track of time is really difficult. The only reason I think it's been a week is because I think I recall I heard someone murmur it when they brought my food. John is giving me enough to be alive. One meal daily with a good amount of water. After that, I take a shower in the small bathroom of the cell or compartment. Then I put on some ugly looking clothes left on my bed. Or at least that is what I think I do. I don’t remember it, but there is evidence that I’m being fed, taking showers and given clothing. I have also noticed bruises and pain all over my body. This cell is a cushioned cell. I can't hurt myself even if I wanted to. This means someone visits me. Who? I don't know. “Boredom is eating me alive”, I think as I lay down on the bed. Sleep is not an option because everything replays in my head. Their faces filled with blood, their screams, the gunshots. I don't know why I'm alive if John has killed the rest of my family. I think back to when I was in the arena with my family. If I hadn't tried to escape, to free them, maybe we'd still be together. It is a slim chance, but it's still a chance. Because of my lack of entertainment, I think back to the hostages. How do they fit in all of this, with my family? What did my family not tell me? If there is anything to tell. Tell… the word rings a few bells. Then it hits me, back in the arena my parents said they needed to tell me something once we got out of here, but that never happened. I also recall them being really shaken, but it could have been because of our circumstances. Maybe my parents knew the hostages. I'm really confused as to why they knew so many people, if we're only a normal family. The hostages are the only ones that can answer my questions now. I need to free them. Not just because of my curiosity but because they need to go back and recover from this. I remember seeing children among them, they can't face my same fate. I must free them. I got nothing left to lose. I'm not afraid anymore. I look around the room, there is no windows, and the band is too small. The only exit seems to be the impenetrable 6-inch steel door that keeps me trapped in here. Usually, boredom-filled hours, are now spent thinking up a plan to save the hostages. I think and think, consider what odds are in my favor and what are against me. It isn't looking too good for me, but I've come up with a plan. The only time something or someone must go in or out of my room is when I'm given clothes or lunch. Which I can't remember how it gets here. John drugged me so he could kidnap me maybe he is drugging me, so I don't remember as well.  

Back to the plan, I will fake I'm having a shower and I won't eat my lunch so I can remember everything. The plan needs some final touches, just in case. I will put the plan in action soon ... very soon. 

Meanwhile in John’s study

“I can’t believe all that is left is her!!!”, John roared. “What did you expect? You lost control and didn't stick to the plan!” ,Phelia screamed. “We need to think of a new plan...  our revenge and hard work will not be in vain,” Phelia said regaining composure. “She is very powerful love, but she doesn't know. We can rule the world together.”, said Phelia. “We will love, and we will get our revenge. If the parents aren't here... we take it out on her.”, said John, as he and Phelia embraced in a passionate snog.