Warning: rape attempt.
Chapter Three
Eye For An Eye
2016.05.01
Once again, aunt Angelina inspected my wounded eye socket. Thankfully, this time I sat on my own comfortable bed and not between the cold hospital walls with an unnecessarily high ceiling above me.
After she was done, aunt Angelina advised me to let the wound breathe. She said that it would heal a lot faster that way. My parents insisted on me heeding her advice and even went as far as ordering me a prosthetic eye. They do not want me to walk around wearing an eyepatch any longer than I need to.
I, myself, do not particularly mind the eyepatch or the stares I receive, on the off chance I go outside while wearing it. Frankly speaking, I am not completely sure that both mother and father are rushing all of this purely for my sake. From where I am standing, they are doing it more for their own sake than mine. I think, that they just want to be done with this as soon as possible and live their lives as if nothing happened.
While Angelina was taking a look at the gaping hole in my face, she touched the skin near where my eye used to be. I just could not help myself and slapped her hand away. Unfortunately my mother had been in the room with us and saw it all happen. She wasted no time in setting me up an extra appointment with the psychiatrist this week.
When I first woke up, my delusional mind nearly made me believe that I was at home, safely tucked away in my own bed. For a split second I believed that everything I experienced was just a nightmare and that I had finally woken up from it. The soaring pain radiating throughout my body was the thing which made me realise the harshness of the reality I was in. I reached up to my right eye, still feeling the hot blood running down my face, but my fingers were unable to detect any of the sticky liquid, only a bandage.
"Be careful, the wound is still raw." A voice I did not recognize stated. Hence I turned my head to the left, where the stranger's voice was coming from.
My vision was quite blurry so it was hard for me to make something out of the man's face. I could only distinguish few general features, like his dark, wavy shoulder length hair and round glasses. From the white lab coat he was wearing, I presumed that he was some kind of underground doctor, though I was not completely sure.
Truthfully speaking, my mind was so lost in the delirium of pain, I would not be surprised if I had imagined him. It took me moments to slip back into the peacefulness of unconsciousness.
Next time I awoke Sebastian was the person who sat by my side. He was entertaining himself by reading a book.
It was about then that I realised that the bed on which I was laying was soft. I even had a blanket draped over me and a pillow under my head. I looked around the room wondering if I was no longer in the abandoned building, but the dirty walls and the small window informed me otherwise.
Without realising it, I tugged on Sebastian's shirt with the tips of my fingers, causing the said man to look up from his book.
"You're up." He stated.
I wanted to sit up, but once I tried a wave of pain shot through my head and I couldn't help myself but moan out in pain.
"How long have I been out?" I inquired once the pain subsided a little bit.
"About three days." The cold red eyes stared down at me. "If the pain is too much I can give you some morphine."
I did not answer yet Sebastian still put his book down on the floor – right next to where he was sitting – and left the room. After a few minutes he appeared in the doorway once again. This time his pale hands were hidden by baby blue medical gloves, as he carried a syringe in his right hand.
With his graceful fingers Sebastian plugged the needle into the IV drip which was connected to my vein. I was dumbstruck that I did not notice it before, but then again my mind was clouded by pain. As the liquid entered my bloodstream the man's eyes bore into mine. The stare of those red eyes was as cold as the weather outside, yet somehow I couldn't help myself but think that maybe giving me morphine is a way of him showing regret in his actions.
My vision blurred into nothingness and I fell asleep once more.
Every time I woke up after that, Sebastian was by my side. The man never said much and barely even looked at me. The fact that the pain was the thing to always wake me up did nothing to improve our short conversations. However the searing pain was always short lived, as the red eyed man's every visit ended with the sweet drops of morphine caressing me from the inside, making me completely forget about the gaping hole in my face.
I am not aware how much time I have spent in swimming around in the surrealness caused by that dreamy liquid, until one time I awoke from the pain and instead of Sebastian the one by my side was Claude. The last time I had seen the golden eyed man was so long ago, I almost forgot of his existence.
After staring at the man next to me for few moments I looked around. Nothing changed - I was still laying on the same bed, in the same room, with the same IV attached to my arm.
Claude was not paying any attention to me, as he was preoccupied with the phone in his hands. The throbbing pain in my head seemed to be getting worse and worse, I could not stand it. I turned my head – in search of the blessed needle which always lessened my suffering – the action causing me to groan out in pain. Claude must have heard me as he turned to me as soon as I made the noise.
"Rise and shine, love." He mocked me.
Through the haze of pain, my mind was trying to think of the reason for Claude's presence and Sebastian's absence. I could not think of even one, as the ringing in my head got unbearably loud.
"You must be hungry." The man commented pulling something out from underneath the bed. It was a bag of spicy chips, or at least the package claimed so. "Want some?" He ripped the bag open and started eating the snack. The golden eyes stared at me mockingly as if saying "Well, you're not getting any."
If I could, I would have stood up and hit the man so hard he would have lost all his wits. During our every encounter Claude would always do something to irritate me, it was as if the man was obsessed with taunting me.
Suddenly the man's phone started vibrating, interrupting his teasing. Few harsh curse words escaped his foul mouth before he put down the bag of chips and looked at his phone. The call must have been quite important as the man wasted no time leaving the room and answering his phone.
Terror and disappointment flooded me as I thought about the possibility of Sebastian trading duties with his partner permanently. Not only Claude was keen on making fun of me, he also seemed to have no intention of relieving my pain. The fact that with every waking moment the pain intensified more and more was not helping the situation.
The drilling in my head had gotten so loud that I did not notice the golden eyed man's return to the room until he sat down in his previous position.
"You know you're going to die, don't you?" The man asked. To my biggest surprise the emotion displayed on his face seemed to be concern.
Not a word left my mouth as I nodded in response. The man before me sighed and ripped the IV out of my vein.
"You must not want to die." He stated and I nodded again. "I can't describe how sorry I am, but there's no other way. You'll have to die." Claude hung his head and I could no longer see the eyes of the molten gold. I also turned my eyes away. If he was so sorry he could just let me go, or give me more morphine.
"But at least I can make sure that you enjoy your last moments." A breathy whisper left the man's lips.
I had no idea what Claude was talking about, and frankly speaking I did not care that much either. That is, until I heard the sound of something unzipping. I instantly turned my head back at Claude, the swift motion causing my head to spin and my vision to blur for few moments. My eye widened once I realised that he was unzipping his pants. Suddenly his unexpected appearance made so much more sense.
"No!" I started shouting, but he was already laying on top of me.
"Don't pretend like you don't want it." The man whispered into my ear. "I bet thinking about dying gets you turned on." He licked the lobe of my ear. "Just look at how hard it gets me."
I tried to kick him, hit him and push him off. Unfortunately I was so much more weaker than Claude was. I was about to give up. From my perspective there was no chance in hell that I could get out of this. Until I noticed the hanger the IV was hanging off.
I pretended to give in to the disgusting man on top of me. His hands were already under the blanket and he was about to get my pants off me, when I was finally able to reach the IV hanger. Before he could do anything else I hit him over the head, hard. He did not stop right away so I delivered another, and another blow, until the man on top of me was no longer moving.
The grip of my bloody fingers loosened around the IV hanger as I understood what I had done. I just killed a man and was feeling no remorse for it. To be told the truth, I was relieved. Even the panging in my head lessened.
This could be done. I could run away from this place and never think about it again. I could get my life back.
Feeling the adrenaline pulse through my veins I pushed the dead man off myself. He was heavier than I expected, but somehow I managed to do it. It was a bit of a struggle to get out of bed, but after few tries I accomplished it.
Luckily for me, Claude's body avoided the bag of chips he had previously set on the floor. The man had previously been right, I was very hungry. I picked up the bag and started eating the unhealthy snack, with my hands still covered in Claude's blood, but even if I tried, I could not care less.
I could not tell if the chips were as spicy as the package claimed, as the metallic taste of blood overwhelmed any kind of flavour they could have had.
Once the bag was completely empty I wobbled to the doorway and out of the room. After the initial adrenaline rush was over, I realised how exhausted and weak my body truly was, but I could not afford to think about it. My priority was finding an exit out of this building.
AN: So I kind of ended up scratching out the next few chapters after I wrote them... With that and a huge load of work coming my way the update might take a while. Yeah... I will still try to get the 4th chapter up asap. I just probably won't be able to do it until the very end of the next month or the beginning of april. It really depends on if I have a mental breakdown before my speech exam or not...
Well, now that I'm done with that I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I worked hard on it.
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