Prisoner- Chapter 84

I walked down the hallway, slipping into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. I walked over to the cabinet below the sink and pulled out a couple of towels.

I took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and laid the towels onto the ground by my feet. I placed the knife next to me on the wall of the bathtub.

I put my head in my hands and took a few deep breaths. This was a decision that was going to take a lot of thought.

If I did this Fang would probably never forgive me and I could lose use of my arm or maybe even bleed to death. Plus there was the chance that the chip wasn't responsible for me being tracked or even the voice. It could have no purpose, but I found that unlikely. Or I could be right and the chip is the reason we keep being found and the reason I have a voice in my head and in that case removing the chip removes the danger and the annoyance. I could finally have some peace.

If I didn't remove the chip then I would constantly wonder whether the chip was the problem, the trigger and I would think about it removing it for the rest of my life. However long it may be.

But Fang wouldn't be mad at me and I would live the rest of my life out and keep use of my arm. Those were definite positives.

I removed my head from my hands to and turned my attention to the knife sitting next to me. My gaze became fixed on it, unable to move. So much was at stake.

I reached my shaky hand out for the small knife and took it into my fist. It shook violently as I brought it in front of my face to get a better look at it.

I ran my eyes from the point of the blade down to where my hand was tightly clasped around the black handle, my knuckles turning white.

Maximum, don't do this.

"Shut up." I muttered looking at the blade showing the reflections of the room. I turned it so I could see my eyes and that's when I realized tears had fallen down my cheeks and I hadn't even noticed. I brought my free hand up to my cheek and felt the wet patch beneath my eye. I slid my hand across it, smearing it to my hairline. I brought my hand down to look at and saw my fingertips shine when the light hit them just right.

I looked at my hand still holding the knife and saw it had become more steady. I moved it over to my arm, lowering it slowly to my skin.

You can't do this.

"Watch me." I said with a bitter laugh.

Maximum, think about this. Think about what you're about to do.

'I already have.' I thought back.

I saw my hand start to shake again and placed the knife beside me again. I stood and walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror.

"Get a grip, Max." I said to my reflection.

I took in a deep breath and looked at myself one last time before turning to look at the knife on the bathtub wall.

I picked it up hastily and sat down again.

A knock came on the bathroom door.

I jumped a little then looked over at the door.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Max, is that you?" Anne asked from behind the door.

"Yeah." I said.

"Are you okay?" She asked sounding a little concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said quickly. "Why?"

"I heard you get up." She said yawning. "You've been in there for awhile."

I considered what to say, because the truth would cause her panic and she would probably go tell Fang and he would kill me.

"I'm just having a little trouble getting back to sleep." I lied. "Too many things on my mind."

I could just imagine her nodding behind the door.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I was just about to go back to bed." I said looking down at the knife in my hand.

"Okay." She said. There was a bit of a pause before she said, "Goodnight."

"'Night." I said hearing her footsteps fade.

My eyes were focused on the blade of the knife as it glinted in the light while it shook in my hand.

I stood up and opened the bathroom door, heading for the kitchen. I walked to the sink and threw the knife in it then made my way for the front door. I pulled it open and walked outside, closing the door behind me.

It was still storming, but there wasn't much lightning and thunder, just heavy rainfall.

I ran out into the rain, collapsing onto the ground in violent sobs. I was on my knees in a puddle getting soaked by the rain. My hands were on my thighs and my head was down staring at the ground. I raised it up to look at the sky and closed my eyes as the raindrops hit my cheeks, washing away my tears.

I felt washed clean of the thoughts that had burdened me just minutes before, refreshed. I stayed in the rain, letting it cleanse me for an hour as lightning randomly flashed and thunder sounded in soft rumbles.

I lowered my head to the space in front of me. I opened my eyes and levered myself off the wet ground. It was time to go back inside.

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