Adam felt good today!
It was the first time since 'the incident' that he felt good!
Oh, damn, now he mentioned it again. He couldn't mention it! He had to forget it, he had to pretend it never happened, that it was all a nightmare, a stupid fucking nightmare!
But deep down inside, he knew it wasn't possible. It had happened, and he had to let go of it now, not forget!
"Let go! Let go, Adam!" A voice in his head said. "Just let it go forever! You're still here and alive and you're safe!"
Was that true? Was he really safe?
"Not at all, I'm panicking all the time, my body just wants to run around and I can't relax!"
"That sounds like being afraid," the voice in his head said in a disgusted tone.
"No! I'm not afraid, okay?"
But he was, and he knew it, but he'd never be able to admit it to himself.
Adam kept lying there for a while and was able to relax enough to fall asleep eventually.
He woke up from a sound.
Movement. Movement in his room, where no one was except for him.
He couldn't move anymore, he was paralyzed with fear! Then, a pig came into his sight, or no, it wasn't a pig, it was a guy in a pig mask!
Before he realized what was going on…
Again the guy jumped on him and pricked him with a needle! Adam only had time to think one thought before the darkness gulped him down:
"Lawrence, please help me!"
He opened his stinging eyes, they were pricking, and he his eyes probably were all red-rimmed.
That was the first thing he noticed. The next things where the chains around his ankles and arms, they tied him to a bar from an old prison he was locked in. The sort of prison you can see in these old western movies!
Panic quickly occupied his sense, and he screamed, louder than he thought himself capable of. He screamed with everything he had, he screamed all his emotions out.
He didn't even notice the door that opened and the old man that entered. He kept screaming and pulling on the chains until his arms and legs where bleeding.
"Stop it, Adam!"
A voice managed to get into his mind.
It was THAT voice.
He wouldn't think anything else, because he didn't want to know. HE was there, right next to him. His panic was still there, more present than ever, but the voice paralyzed him, he couldn't move, couldn't even scream anymore.
Jigsaw stappered slowly to the prison he was in and bent over him, he looked sternly into his eyes. Adam knew that the fear was more visible on his face than ever. And that made him angry! He tried to change his frightful gaze into an angry one, but it wasn't as easy as usual.
He'd taken it all away, everything he could hide behind. With that one glance.
"Calm down, Adam! I'm going to help you!"
Adam knew that the confusion was dripping off his eyes.
He was not going to trust Jigsaw, Never!
"Fuck you!"
He was going to scream it right into his face, but when it came out of his mouth, it just sounded weak and frightened.
How he hated that fear.
He was strong. And he was not afraid, ever.