Prisoner- Chapter 6
It had been two days since I had talked to Ari and it was time to put my plan into action. I had been completely silent all I did was sleep and eat. That's the only time Ari saw me, never to talk. It would be more convincing that way. Here goes nothing.
I did my best to make myself cry, that was step one. I thought of Angel being taken from me and how I'd felt when I'd cried up in that tree. I thought of how hard it had been to leave Iggy with his parents and how much I just wanted to break down and cry and ultimately did just that. I thought of Nudge and how much I missed her constant talking and Gazzy always trying to be strong for Angel and the flock. Then there was Fang. I missed a lot about him. I missed his rare but priceless smiles and knowing that if I couldn't handle something then he could. My mind wondered to the time I tried to cut the chip out of my arm. That was the only time I'd seen Fang express his emotions freely. He'd yelled at me, not only out of anger and frustration, but he was also scared. His voice rang in my head.
"The chip stays in. You don't get off that easy! You died when we die!"
"So what was that about?"
"Walk away from it. Let's find an island. Drop off the screen."
"You almost gave me a heart attack."
"When I saw you and all that blood…"
"Don't do it again."
I remember him holding me, pressing me against his hard wiry shoulder with a gentle hand. I was dying to be in his arms again. Wait, what am I saying? It's Fang I'm talking about here. He was my friend and kind of like a brother. Yet I had gotten so upset after the red haired wonder kissed him and he kissed her back, held her close. I had cried and felt like I was going to vomit.
I felt the sting of fresh tears threaten to fall from my eyes, it was working. Finally the tears streamed down my cheeks and step one had become successful.
Step two, get Ari's attention. If I pounded on the door it wouldn't seem real. I surveyed my surroundings, I needed something to throw. There were three choices: a mirror that hung on the wall, the chair in the corner of the room where Ari would sit, or the bathroom items. Well, it's all or nothing so I decided to destroy everything. I mean everything.
I thought about how much my life sucked, my normal complaints about how my life has turned out. The whitecoats, Anne, Ari, and Jeb. Let's not forget the voice in my head that nagged me to no end. This was my chance to take out my aggression. Here goes nothing…
My first target was the bathroom. I took the shampoo and conditioner bottles and threw them against the wall, two loud bangs. I yelled furiously as I rammed my fist into the mirror in the bathroom.
Second target was the chair in the corner. I picked it up and threw it in the direction of the one remaining mirror. It created a dent in the wall, hitting it with a loud thud. The mirror fell from the wall and shattered on the ground.
I could hear Ari coming down the hallway yelling my name. He sounded more concerned than mad, all the better.
He came bursting into the room as I picked up a large shard of glass. I pretended like I was going to cut my wrist. He grabbed my hand and shook it violently until I dropped the piece of glass then stared at me like I was crazy.
I just kept sobbing and then put on the best performance of my life. I dropped to my knees and put my hands over my face. I could feel him looking at me, so I looked up making eye contact with him.
"Why haven't they come for me?" I asked, my voice shaky. "They should have been here by now." Ari looked shocked.
"I wouldn't have given up on them." I pressed. "Why would they give up on me?"
"They don't deserve your love, Max." He said offering his hand to me. I took it and allowed him to help me up. He ushered me over to my bed where I carefully took a seat. Ari on the other hand righted the chair and placed it in front of the bed, in front of me. He took a seat in it so we were face to face.
"You must think I'm crazy." I said letting out a small laugh. "I usually try to avoid letting people see me cry."
"It's ok." He said sounding sincere. He was being so nice it made me sick. I looked down at my hand and acted like I was in pain. Sure, it kind of hurt, but not as bad as I made it out to be. Ari followed my gaze and shot up from his seat. "I'll get the first aid kit." He started to head out of the room.
"Ari," I said catching his attention as he stood in the open doorway. "Thank you." He smiled and headed out of the room. That went better than I expected.
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