Chapter 2:
I waited as each floor passed by…terrified by each number. Then it stopped and the doors opened. I felt the wind on my face. I had already closed my eyes when he grabbed my arm dragging me along. I dropped my bag in the elevator when the doors opened. We stood at the edge, I closed my eyes, and he held my shoulders. Then he let go.
"Look at me" was what he said as I fell and I did. Falling down felt like the dream but much more real. I fell for a long time, tears swelling at my eyes, not sure if I will live or die. Falling but scared. Then I saw it a way to live but it was painful. A window was open a few levels under me. If I aimed right I may be able to grab onto something. That or make my death more painful. But what choice did I have. I waited. I held my arms across my chest and braced for impact. When it hit me. The glass shattered everywhere and reflected off the sun. Just as I fell through the window I reached my arm out and grabbed the ledge. I wanted to scream so badly but I couldn't. I could feel every piece of glass that was in my body. It hurt so much but I reached my other arm up to the edge and held on tight.
Three people had rushed over to the window. Some had screamed. My face was streaked with tears and blood. Hands grabbed me and pulled me up into the window, I flinched from the pain of having glass pushed further into my arms. A few more people screamed when they saw me get pulled in and one was franticly calling for an ambulance. I sat on the floor looking at my bleeding arms and legs. While everyone around me was going wild. Some men picked me up carefully and carried me to the lobby where I was taken to an ambulance. I really just wanted to sleep though.
"Hello again" said a familiar voice as I was brought into the hospital. I starred glumly at Dr Reed then looked back down and played with a piece of blood covered glass. He kneeled down in front of me and held my hand.
"What happened? Did you jump?" i shook my head.
"Then would you please tell us what happened?" I made the sign for writing and someone brought me paper and a pencil. I wrote on the paper, I CAN'T SPEAK. Everyone around looked puzzled, then blood from my hand stained the paper and everyone seemed to remember why I was there.
Wrapped in bandages on the same bed as before, Dr Reed once again asked me how it happened. I wrote on the paper, I CAN'T TELL.
"Of course you can, you can trust me" I held up the paper again.
"Why can't you tell?" under the first words I scribbled, I WILL GET HURT AGAIN. Though I guess it really didn't matter because I'm sure that man will return.
"By who?" on another page I had written, ITS NOT A WHO BUT A WHAT.
"What then?" I held up the first page. Then he walked out of the room, with less information about me than he had before he had entered.
The rope was tight around my wrists, I was struggling as I was pulled along the floor. The bandages were coming off and revealing unhealed wounds, rocks and dirt were making them bleed. I was pulled up by my hair to see his disgusting face once again. I couldn't see much because it was so dark. He pulled me up so that we stood face to face. He started to walk me slowly back. I didn't know where I was going. I stumbled further as he continued to push me, staring at my face. My feet were cold and wet against the stone floor. Then I put my foot back and it slipped into freezing cold water, I whimpered but realized that this was his plan. It made him happy to see my fear. He kept pushing me more and more and I struggled against him, but it was too late.
Someone was calling my name…someone was grabbing my arms carefully shaking me…and someone was sobbing silently. I opened my eyes to see Dr Reed and a few more people around the room. The nurse standing behind Dr Reed was wiping away tears, another let go of my arms and Dr Reed closed his mouth. Everyone stood silent for a long time.
"You had what appeared to be a horrific case of night terrors, are you ok?" I nodded. I wrote that I would like to be alone for a while, as they left I dropped back into my pillow and breathed out. It would have been nicer if whenever I moved my body didn't hurt everywhere. I was thinking about my dream, I never knew I was so active in my dreams…and even more important I was still in bandages and a hospital gown in the vision so I definitely knew it was soon.