Chapter 3~Frustration

I am getting more and more frustrated with my mind!

It's like I'm retarded or something! I'm obviously in danger but my heart is still calm and my breathing is normal and my muscles are relaxed! What's wrong with me! I mentally screamed. I sighed heavily. And continued trying to break the chains that were bolted to the dusty floor causing alot of noise.

From far away, I could hear someone laughing. It was faint, but I knew I heard it.

I stopped, frozen in mid-swing.

Silence.

I mean, I hope I heard it otherwise my mind is playing tricks on me.

"Who's there?" I said steadily and listened as my voice echoed off the walls.

More silence.

I was beginning to believe that I had been imagining it. Obviously, no one else had heard it otherwise they'd be talking into the distant shadows too.

I tried to make my voice louder by clearing my throat, but that just sent daggers tearing up and down my esophagus because my throat was so dry. I swallowed at the little bit of moisture in my mouth but it wasn't enough. It was a struggle as I tried to scrape every drop of spit from the corners of my mouth and force it to the back of my throat using my dry, bumpy tongue. Again, I tried to clear my throat. It hurt.

"Hello? Anyone?" My already present worry began to escalade by the fact that not even the other prisoners answered me. It was just more silence and murky dripping. What's wrong with them? Are they okay? What's gonna happen to us? Wait, maybe its just me. By myself! THAT'S EVEN WORSE!

"HEY!" I yelled hysterically, "Hey! Some-someone.. Someone answer me right now! P-p-plea-please!" I was about to lose it. First I'm trapped in here with a bunch of bats, then I start seein' things lurking in the shadows, now I think I'm by myself in here! ALONE!

I've never been alone! Never! I have a big sister who I'm with constantly (we shape the same bedroom), a mom who cooks for us all the time, friends who hang out with me non-stop, a best friend who… never mind it's not time to think about that right now. The point is I am not mentally ready for this! I can't be! How could I be?

Calm down! It's okay, calm down. A little voice in the back of my head told me. I listened to it this time because I really did need to get a grip. I wasn't completely certain yet that this isn't a dream. It could be.

With that my muscles slowly unclenched and relaxed. Now I realized how exhausted I was from all of the mental stress. Wait, should you be able to feel stress and exhaustion from a dream?

I don't care anymore. I'm too tired…

A few minutes later, as I was drifting in and out of sleep, I saw something move. I sat up slowly staring into the darkness down the wide hallway. It moved again.

"Uhh, Hello?" I asked hesitating.

A low chuckle was all that was given to me as a response.

I kept inspecting the wall opposite of mine; it's hard because all I can see is pitch-black darkness and swirling fog. Then, covered over in grey fog, almost completely indistinguishable were two glowing red specks of light. They were close enough together and the right proportion to be eyes, but regular eyes don't reflect red. Right?

My eyebrows rose slowly as I made them out, but that's it. I couldn't move, I didn't scream. I just stared back at the menacing eyes that were slowly advancing towards me. I should be having an adrenaline rush... or something! Anything!

I need to get out of here or I might die, but my body is acting like this is any other day, a normal day. It's like I'm not even in the real world, I'm having an out-of-body experience or something. That would be fine if I wasn't about to get killed any second!

I'm going to die! This may be the last thought I will ever think! They are going to suck every drop of blood out of me until I'm EMPTY! ...Nothing.

Ughhhh! It's like my body doesn't even believe me! My heart remains beating with the same unhurried, slow beats-Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump- and even my thoughts are all sluggish! Sometimes I truly hate my mind!

At times like these being an airhead doesn't come in handy. Well, I'm not a complete airhead; I read tons of books, write poems, and even write stories and essays for fun, I'm a book worm, I just would rather be in the books and SpongeBob cartoons than in the real-world. I brain-wash myself with kid-shows all day and imagine myself in the stories I read in order to forget my problems, I admit it. People call me childish and strange, but that's just me.

Right now though, I wish I would have listened to them. It's so hard to get out of this frame of mind; naivety. So hard to try to make your feet touch the terrorizing and pollutingly, foul ground back on Earth.

The eyes were scrutinizing me, studying me. They were so quiet.

But it has to be done, I think with determination, I have to fix my brain, mold it to a regular one that can identify and react to impending danger. I have to do it.

I have never really liked being 'the damsel in distress,' I've never even liked watching that character in cartoons or movies. She's always so helpless and pathetic until her 'knight in shining armor' comes to save the day. And I don't have one of those, at least not anymore *Change the subject, Jasmine.* I shook my head clear of the rambling thought and focused on the much, much worse situation at hand.

Out of the shadows and gloom came the little boy. He couldn't be more than six-years-old. His eyes were still bloody red, but that was just about the only shocking or upsetting thing about him. He was wearing a little blue and white sailor's outfit complete with hat and shoes it would be absolutely adorable on him if he didn't had blood all over the front of it. He had dark brown, shining curls jumbled atop his head and tumbling out of his sailor's hat. His arms, legs, and face was chalky white from what I could see except for his rosy cheeks. His thin, pink lips were spread thin because of the wide smile that was stretched from ear to ear revealing his fangs. And dripping off his chin was alot of blood from a recent meal, I would guess.

"Hello" he said pleasantly. I had to force my eyes from his chin and back up to his eyes. "You're new! Yay! I am going to have so much fun with my new pet! What's your name dearie?"

"Jasmine Lockett," I said evenly.

"MMMMmmm!" He giggled jumping up and down and clapping his hands. "I'm so excited! You're gonna be my new best friend..." he stopped abruptly, "Right?"

"Sure," I smiled the best I could. "Waddo you wanna play first?"

He started skipping towards me and said happily, "Its called, 'Drain Her Dry'."

Almost in agreement, the bats that are hanging creepily from the high ceiling overhead started screeching uncontrollably. There are, I'd say more than sixteen from what I can tell and they're all flapping their wings and rolling their heads sickeningly as they let ear-piercing screams escape their fanged mouths. I started to get scared as the volume heightened and covered my ears in an attempt to block the piercing noise.

The people littered across the floor of this prison-dungeon slowly started to wake up and fearfully watch the show.

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