I own nothing.
I couldn't help being a little grateful. At least it wasn't cold anymore, but a couple of my fingers wouldn't bend anymore. Hopefully, Mom would be able to fix that.
Mom.
It was amazing how quickly my mother popped into my head whenever I had an injury. I hadn't thought I had any tears left to shed, apparently I was wrong. I blinked my eyes, desperately trying to fight the tears that swelled from my eyes. I couldn't think about mom. I thought about something else.
Tim. No, don't think about him either. I didn't want to know what was happening to my brother.
Yes, you do.
I'm not very good at lying to myself.
Truth? I'd give anything to know where Tim was. To be with him, even if it was just to die together. I'm not afraid of dying, not anymore. I'm afraid of Tim dying first.
I had woken an hour ago, dizzy from the effects of some drug, and I couldn't find Tim. "At least nobody else is here." I muttered quietly, and it was a small pleasure to find that my stutter was gone.
The door opened. Rival himself stepped in. "You and your brother have caused me more trouble then your worth." He nodded at a man who had been standing in his shadows. The man crossed over to me and lifted me up to a standing position by my hair. I yelled at Rival through my tears.
"Where's Tim?" I shouted, struggling uselessly against the thick arms of the man who held me.
"He's fine. For now." Rival's face was twisted in a smirk. He was loving this. I just knew he was. "But you shouldn't be worrying about him." He nodded to the guard, who pulled me by the arm towards the door. My attempts to get loose had no effect on this massive man.
"You should be worrying about yourself!" Rival's voice echoed throughout the hall and was instantly cut off when the doors to my new cell shut.
I was dragged to a chair. A chair with four metal restraints. The man strapped me to the chair. I'm sure my squirming made me look like a fish out of water, but at that very moment, I didn't care much about appearances.
The man was coming towards me, a smile on his face. His hands were clenched in loose fists.
I looked away, hoping that it wouldn't hurt as much as I thought it would, and praying that Tim hadn't already gone through this.
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