Guilt
Chapter 2
Time is running out. I need that key. I want to live. Do you think I like to hurt myself, do you think I really want to die. I have no friends anymore. My parents aren't my parents anymore, we don't talk, we don't hug and we do anything together anymore. Even my parents don't spend time together anymore, it is as if I am the key to their relationship, which is sad for they used to get along so well, and they were in love at one stage.
I stop walking around the room, grab hold of the door handle and open the door. I see babies all over the floor, scattered around. Some of them are crying. They look hot. They all are wearing little prisoner suits, stripes across them, black and white. I feel empty, I am going to have to kill most of these babies to survive, and they are going to have to die so young because of me. Oh my god, I can't believe it, I finally am feeling crap for what I did. I think the main reason I feel crap is because my baby was my responsibility and I realized that I couldn't take care of it at 15 years old, but these babies are someone else's, but maybe Jigsaw got these babies from an orphanage. 'Orphanage' a word that scared me. I thought long and hard about putting my baby into an orphanage but I felt that through out my life I would be curious about its life. It, I am calling my child it, I guess that is because I never found out what sex it was, and that is something I will always wonder about in my life, well in the life I will live after I get out of here. Then something dreadful crossed my mind, something I had never thought of, something I wish I'd never thought of, what if these babies had parents at home that loved them, ones that were worried sick of where their child had gone, who could be so sick to steal it from them. And if I find the key, that means I would have to kill at least someone's baby, and having to tell the parents would be way harder then killing the bay itself. If I kill one of these babies, I don't only kill the baby; I kill the babies' families' hearts as well.
I walk around; trying so hard to decide which baby I should kill first. A look down and see all these babies' faces. Then I see a baby that catches my attention, and looks into my eyes. I bend down and notice it has a nametag on its wrist. The babies name was Ellie. Ellie, I have always liked that name, I don't know why I have, but it is something that always makes me smile when I here it. Ellie then held her hands up to me. I start to cry. She is so silent, so cute. Usually when I see babies I shiver with hatred, but Ellie was different, she made me shiver, shiver with love. I picked Ellie up. I hugged her, and she held her hands around me. Holding this child was so hard for me, it only reminded me of my baby, which reminded me of what Blake and his mates did to me that night, the night that left a scar on me. I kept hold of Ellie.
I lined all the babies up against walls. The crying babies against one wall, the boys who weren't crying against the other and the non-crying girls on another wall, but I held onto Ellie. I assumed that 20 minutes had gone past, great 40 minutes for me to find that key, the key that could be any ware in one of these 25 babies. There were 7 babies crying, 8 silent boys and 9 peaceful girls and then there was Ellie. Ellie was the last baby I was going to search through. Search, I used the word search, as if it was a crime scene and I was searching for evidence, but then I guess this room I was in would soon we a crime scene, full of dead babies bodies, their insides pulled out all around the room just because of this stupid key, a stupid key that would save my life. Finally I decided to begin, begin killing!
I picked up one of the crying babies; I didn't dare to look at their name. I took it over to the table that was in the room. I laid the baby down gently. On the left of the baby were some knifes. 2 knifes, and 1 towel. I picked up one of the knifes, my hand was shaking. I am a 16-year-old girl who is about to stab a baby, to save my life, I felt selfish. The baby was still crying, louder in fact, I think it could sense the fear in my eyes. I took the babies clothes off, the baby was wearing a nappy, I took it off. Empty, thank god, this place was about to smell enough; it really didn't need any smelly surprises. I turned around a looked at Ellie who I laid down next to the door that I had to unlock. She looked so peaceful and happy; she had no clue what I was about to do. I turned back to the baby. I decided to look at their name; I was about to kill it, the baby deserved some respect, and I didn't want to kill someone I know nothing about, and name would do it for me, at least I would know its name. I already knew it was a boy for it lay in front of me at this very minute naked. Thomas, his name was Thomas. I was crying, but struggling to, I had almost run out of tears.
I looked around Thomas for scars; Jigsaw would have had to cut the baby open to put the key in. There were no scars. Maybe he made the baby swallow it. I would have to cut into the baby's stomach. It wouldn't kill him I thought. I would just have to tie it tight together with something, after looking through the stomach of course. His outfit, I could rip it into strips and sue that. I had a plan.
I slowly placed the knife against Thomas's stomach, at least where I predicted it was, but I was pretty sure I was right; well maybe I hoped it was right. I pushed and cut, the baby cried louder, it pierced my ears. Blood came gushing out; I got the towel and damped it. I pulled the skin apart with my hands, I felt sick. I felt so sick, a sickness that would kill me. The smell of blood, and cut organs only made me want to vomit more. Then I felt it come up, I turned to the ground and vomited. When I had finished, well vomited everything that was in me I decided to continue. I cut into the stomach and opened it up. I put my hand inside and searched around the mush. The smell got worse, heaps worse, my body would be vomiting, but nothing came out but spit. I couldn't find a key. I used Thomas's ripped up clothes and secured his body. I put him in the corner next to the table. He was crying, but not a loud as me. I thought to myself 'at least he isn't dead'.
One baby down, only 24 left!
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