Survival
A/N: All right, everybody. I'm a huge Saw fan, even thought I'm terrified of clowns. I liked Adam and Lawrence, even though they had done bad things in their lives. I didn't really like Saw II, except for the kick-ass traps they had. So, I'm writing my own thing. It's about Adam after Jigsaw leaves him for dead.
Chapter One: Adam
I don't know how long I screamed. I wanted to kill Jigsaw for all he did to me, to Lawrence. I hoped desperately he would make it out, but I knew I was hoping against hope. He cut off his foot, for God's sake. Who could survive that? I wanted to think Lawrence could, if he really wanted . . .
I don't know how long I was in that room. Whether it was days, weeks, I was never really sure. I didn't care. I just knew I had to survive. I had to wait it out. I judged the length of time by the smell Zep's body was emitting. I never killed a man, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. Jesus, I sounded like my grandfather with all that philosophical shit.
After he got up and left, I had no idea what to do. The cell phone rang again and again . . . I was thinking of cutting my own foot off to get away from it. That thought made me want to puke. Of course, like it made much of a difference. The decay around me was nauseating. I tried to sleep, hoping it would take me away from that living nightmare. But, every time I woke up, I was still there, just waiting to die.
I yelled at him, every time I woke up. I knew he was still watching me. Probably through that damn camera behind the mirror, the sick bastard . . .
"I'll still here, you son of a bitch!" I shouted as loud as I could. "Try something else 'cause I won't die down here! You think I don't appreciate my life? Well, I'm still here!"
I wanted him to know that I wasn't going to just lie down and take this bullshit. I was going to fight, one way or another. I knew I could better my life, I wanted to. He had to let me out eventually. I kept calling for him, asking where Lawrence was.
Then, I was just too weak. I had no food, no water, and the air I had to inhale was reeking with stale blood and rotting corpses/body parts. Hell, that would've been a great idea for an air freshener company. It would make someone millions . . . It's kinda strange how even when I'm stuck in a damn bathroom, I'm still sarcastic.
The rest of the time was blurry. I kept fading in and out, sleeping most of the time to try and gain some energy back. That did no good. I knew was dying, but I wanted to live so badly . . . I remembered waking up and calling to him. I think I was almost begging him to let me outside, if only for a minute. I wanted to see the outside before I died . . .
"You can kill me," I sad through an extremely dry thought. "Let me go outside and then you can kill me. Please, please . . . I just want to see the outside one more time."
A few minutes later, something crashed against the heavy wooden door. It went again and again until the sound of cracking wood split through the air. The door was broken apart and a harsh glare of light filtered through. I was too weak to hold my hand up to protect my eyes.
The fluorescent lights turned on above me, burning through my eye lids. I couldn't see who made it to through the room. The voices meshed together so much, I couldn't understand anything. He was taking to the outside . . .
"Jig . . . saw," I managed before blacking out.