This isn't my story its my friends story that I have graciously put on for her since she doesn't have internet so please be kind please review thanks
Date unknown - then one big flash back
The tension in the room runs high as I sit staring blankly at Martin Keamys hands, which are face down on the desk.
His breathing is slow and deep, the only noise in the room.
"Cynder look at me," he says, thumping his hand on the worn out desk.
I lift my head briefly and am about to lower it back down when he flicks my chin up with his thumb and forefinger
"I said look at me!" He repeats loudly.
I look dreamily into his eyes, feeling distant and disconnected.
I cant even figure out why this is happening.
"You've been distant almost as if you are in a constant trance… Keamy's voice trails off.
"Hand over the disco biscuits," Keamy holds his hand out, I shrug passively.
"Martin what are you talking about? Im fine," I start.
"The drugs. Give me the drugs, there's no other explanation for your distantness," Keamy interrupts .
I just look at him, confused.
He walks around the table lifts me up and presses me chest first against the cold wall.
"What are you…?"
"Spread your legs."
"WHAT?"
"Spread your legs…!"
"I'm not carrying and NOT taking any disco biscuits. Where would I get them from anyway?" I say frustrated out of my head.
"Don't lie to me girl," Keamy warns kicking my feet apart. "I'm gonnna pat you down and if your'e lying…"
"And what if im not lying martin? Huh?" I utter
"We'll have to see about that," he replies placing his hands firmly on my shoulders.
What the hell is his problem I wonder. I don't even know whats wrong.
I just face the wall as Keamys hands pat forcefully down my body. Much to my annoyance, he takes particular notice to my pockets but finds nothing.
"Okay so you were right. But whats making you so distant? You havent been listening to me…?" Keamy asks.
"Saying that had to hurt," I smirk.
"More than you can imagine. Wait here while I go find the doctor he might have an explanation," Keamy instructs, turning on his heels and exiting the room, taking the tension with him.
I slide down the wall to the floor and as I do so I spot keamys SIG-SAUER P226 lying in a pile of his clothes. Something in my mind slips and disconnects, my sanity seems to dislodge and as I reach for keamys gun a trail of blood drips steadily from my nose.
I have to get out of here, I think to myself, fingertips scrabbling uselessly at the guns handle.
And theres only one way to do that put a bullet through my head.
I manage to grasp the gun and pull it onto my lap.
Checking the guns magazine I find it fully loaded.
"Ha didn't your mother tell you not to leave dangerous weaponry lying around?" I mutter angrily.
Just as I cock the gun and place it to my temple, Keamy and Ray burst into the room. My hands shake violently as I hold the weapon to my head
"Cynder… put the gun down," Keamy urges, moving his body dangerously close to mine.
"Stay back Martin," I whisper darkly, pressing the gun further into my skin.
Ill pull the trigger and splatter my brains all over the wall if you even contemplate on taking one step closer."
"Cynder you don't know what your'e doing," Ray warns.
My head snaps up and we make eye contact.
"Hey don't you even move an inch…,"I stand up and lean against the wall still holding the gun tight in my hand.
Sweat coats the handle making it difficult to hold.
One part of me was saying: Listen to the men Cynder they're right you don't know what your doing!"
The other three parts were saying : "Go on Cynder pull the trigger end it all."
Keamy attempts attempts to step forward.
"STOP!!" I yell.
"Kid put the gun down, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Keamy says in a soothing voice.
I wasn't born yesterday and I smelled trouble.
"I gotta get out of this place it holds death for many people," I growl, pressing myself further against the cold wall, fingers tighting dramatically on the trigger.
"Cynder put my gun down…tell her doc tell her she's gone crazy," Keamy shouts.
"I'M NOT CRAZY….that's just you …," I begin.
Keamy cautiously takes a step closer all the while staring me down, then without word of warning he jumps at me.
I attempt to leap away, only my sweaty fingers slip on the trigger.
There is one loud clear ringing gunshot and a searing pain tears through my shoulder like a red hot poker. I scream out momentarily and Frank rushes in.
"What the hell is going on!?" he bellows.
"Get outta here Frank. Ray go get a bandage!" Keamy barks.
Him and I wrestle for the guns possession and as we do so another shot rings out, the bullet narrowly misses my head.
" I'll ask you once more. Give me the gun Cynder…
I growl angrily and sink my teeth painfully into his arm.
AHH you bit me!" he shouts aggravatedly.
"I have to get the hell outta this place! Let me go Martin," I scream.
"You shoot yourself there ain't no coming back. You don't get no second chance," Keamy warns wrenching the gun from me and lifting me up.
Blood pours down my back and front of my shoulders, dripping onto the floor.
"Well at least you have an exit wound," Keamy mutters thankfully, carrying me out of the room and placing me in the doorway.
"Sorry I didn't mean to bite," I whimper.
After the searing hot pain there was nothing, numbness.
The doctor and Frank approach Keamy warily and Gault follows right behind.
"What happened?" he asks, confronting Keamy.
"She went crazy, first she was calm and distant then she found my gun and went spastic. She even bit me!!" Keamy exclaims.
"Put her on the ground I'll bandage her up," Ray says.
Keamy places me on the floor and Ray slides a needle into my arm carefully.
I wince.
"Kid you shot yourself in the shoulder a needle is a minority compared to the pain of a bullet," Keamy says harshly.
Frank walks out of the room and Gault takes his chances and crouches next to me.
"Go away captain she's fine without you hanging over her," Ray says waving him away.
Keamy swipes hair away from my face and lifts my shirt off.
Thank goodness I was wearing a black singlet that allowed Ray to get to the wound.
He swabs the open bullet holes using a cloth and strong smelling disenfectant.
Keamy holds me away from the wall as Ray dabs at the exit wound.
He then unravels a long white bandage and using two gauze pads he placed on the wounds he carefully wraps the bandage around my arm well where it joins to my shoulder anyway.
Then using clips and medical tape he secures the bandage.
"Thanks," I mutter
"Watch her Mr Keamy, any more psychotic outbursts bring her to the sickbay. In the meantime move her into your room," Ray says.
He notices Martins pile of clothes nearby looks at him then me he knows exactly what we did then saunters out of sight.
"Get your stuff Cynder," Keamy orders.
"Help me out then."
"Look Cynder I"m sorry I doubted you earlier…"
"Whats wrong with me?" I whisper.
Keamy reassures me with his pale blue eyes.
"Whatever it is well find out okay. your'e going to be fine I'll look after you I promise."
I nod in acknowledgement and he lifts me up all the while grabbing a heap of my flash clothes.
"Martin im tired…"
"You can go to sleep in my bed…"
I want to know whats happening to me. Ive been on this boat for 2 weeks and only know my mind starts to slip.
Once Keamy walked into his room and places me on his bed he jams my clothes in with his carelessly.
The room smells musty like its been unused and left. As I sink back into the pillows.
You just lie there kid ill go get you some food and drink water okay? There's no orange left he says.
I slowly nod and pull the blankets around me.
Surprisingly the gunshot wound doesn't hurt. But throbs blood manages to seep through the gauze. "Whats the time?" I question
Keamy shrugs
"Duno its late."
I put the glass on the floor.
I roll over and go to sleep keamy shakes me a few times but gives up when he realises im asleep.
So what do ya think please be nice I would like nice reviews to take back to my friend but honest reviews are betta thanks. Ill put the next chapter up as soon as I get it