Hello people! This is the Third Chapter. I know it is kinda short... or at least I think so. But, it was the best I could do. It will probably take a little longer to get the next chapter out, so, be patient! I promise that it will be up by next Thursday at the latest! So, Enjoy Chapter Three!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor will I ever. I know, depressing, isn't it?
I opened my eyes slowly, not knowing where I was. I felt tired and worn out; I felt thin and frail. I didn't like this feeling. Somehow I knew what my surroundings were -- I was in a cave. A dank, dark, nasty cave. I didn't like this place, it brought me pain. How long had I been here? I didn't know... all I knew then is that I was too tired to do anything, and that if I could muster up any energy, I needed to try and get out of this place.
In front of me there was a basket, and food was in it. When had that gotten there? I didn't care about the answer -- it was food. I hadn't seen food in days, weeks... The food was gone in seconds, and I consumed it completely and wholeheartedly, relishing the flavor of even the stale, moldy bread. Eventually my stomach was bursting with food, and suddenly I wasn't so tired anymore. Then, it all came back to me. Everything. The murder, the kidnapping, the pain.
In a few seconds, I was ready to leave. I had gathered the food that was left for me to eat and packed up. It was time for me to go. I had to get out of this place. I didn't want them to be near me; I didn't want them to hurt me again.
I felt crusty, and I was. There was dried blood on my clothes and on my skin. The markings of where the two had hurt me were still vivid on my skin. I was thinner than anything I had ever seen, but my muscles had grown hard, stiff, and strong. That was one of the few good sides of lying on my side for days, too weak to even move. I looked terrible. I was ready to go. And so go I did.
I was staggering at first, unsure of myself. I hadn't stood on my own two feet for longer than I knew. My legs were shaky beneath me, threating to buckle even under the small weight of food that I carried. My hair was tangled, and it partially blocked view of where I was going. So much so that I couldn't tell what exactly I was doing. I knew where I should go, vaguely. I remembered passing through some of the caves, but the last time I was taken at very high speeds, and I felt as if I was in a dream.
The walls of the cave were cool in contrast to my steaming body. I couldn't bare the feeling of my own skin -- I was sweating buckets. That probably wasn't the best thing for me, considering that I was half dead already. While I walked, my thoughts kept going back to the man and woman that had taken me. The sadistic ones that beat me, that cut me a million times. The ones that hurt me so bad I wasn't sure I'd ever be the same again. In fact, I knew I'd never be the same. I could never be carefree and easy going after what happened to me in that godforsaken cave.
Hours, maybe days passed before I fell to my knees for the first time. I was weak with exhaustion and hunger. The good thing was that I thought I had covered at least ten miles or so of the cave. Maybe I would be able to get out of this place. Maybe, just maybe.
Lying on the nice, cool, welcoming floor of the cave, I ate greedily, but not so greedily as to finish off my food supply. I didn't know how long it would be until I reached the exit of the cave, and I couldn't risk running out of food or water on this treacherous journey I was on. After eating, I fell to a deep sleep, and my world was black for god knows how long. But as soon as I woke, I started moving again. I didn't eat, because I wasn't hungry, so I just walked.
Once more, I staggered through the seemingly endless cave that I had grown desensitized to. My legs threatened, once more, to give way. But somehow, I managed to stagger my way forward, to keep going. Even though all odds were against me, I knew I was going to make it out of the cave.
At one point I thought I heard voices, so I hid behind a large, damp rock. Luckily, the voices didn't find me, so I slept behind the rock that night. It was nice to know that I was safe, for the moment. I ate when I woke, and I kept on moving -- I didn't dare stop for longer than necessary.
Eventually, I could no longer manage to stand. My strength was waning, and fast. There was no adrenaline rush, and I knew that if I didn't make it out of the cave now, I would never, ever manage my escape.
My legs wouldn't walk, so I crawled. I crawled so long that my knees were scabby and so were the palms of my hands. The food I had was running perilously low, and I didn't know how long I would last without any food or drink.
Soon, I came to another cavern. This one was huge, massive really. And it stunk. It stunk of rotting flesh, of corpses left too long out in the open. And there were many; probably reaching numbers as high as fifty. They all were girls, about my age, as far as I could tell.
"What's this? Our little runaway? James, come quick!" A female voice hissed behind me.
I felt a rush of wind by me as the man spoke, "Well, well. Thought you could escape did you?"
I shook my head in response to his question and slowly, very slowly, the tears started to fall.
"Oh, look, the poor dear is crying," Victoria sneered.
I turned to face them. "Why?" It was all I asked.
"Why?" James retorted, "We all have to eat, don't we?"
"Yes," cackled Victoria, "And you smell wonderful!"
Just then I heard another voice; a male. No, two males. The sound of the voices left me trembling in the middle of the room. All I could think was 'they have red eyes. They have red eyes, they're going to kill me. They have red eyes. They have red eyes - they are blood drinkers...they have red eyes.'
"My, this cave goes on forever! Do you really think that tip will lead us to anything in worthwhile in h..." one of the two males, who turned out to be cops, stepped in the cave. Another, a woman, ran towards the cops. I was saved.
"Hal! There's a survivor here! Hal! Get an ambulance, she looks hurt! HAL! Faster!!" The women's voice called.
I felt arms around me, supporting me, "Why, you're burning up! Poor thing! We'll take care of you. You're going to be all right now. Everythings go-" and I blacked out.
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