Hi guys, oh my gosh I'm so sorry I've taken so long to update, but finally here is Chapter 4! Hope to update sooner for Chapter 5 but school work is hell at the moment! This chapter was really hard to write and isn't that long, but I've put a lot of effort into it and I hope you enjoy it. Please, please, please review with your ideas of what can happen next, it doesn't take long! Please? Again, violent scenes and gory parts, some strong language. Enjoy.
My mouth opened in shock as I processed the words in my head, no they couldn't do this. They wouldn't have filmed his death; my fathers death. They would I thought shuddering, they would do anything for the names.
I looked down, I wasn't going to watch this, I couldn't. Suddenly Catherine snapped my head back so it was facing the television "Do you want me to tie your head here Cameron?" she asked viciously, I shook my head weakly. The tears were pouring down my face yet the screen was blank, I waited, and waited, finally I began to get my hopes up, maybe they hadn't, it was just a hoax. My breathing started to slow, the adrenaline started to go and I couldn't feel the pain my body was in more sharply.
I felt like I was floating, floating in a sea of death and anger, and hatred, a place where love and family didn't exist, it was becoming too much, I just want it too end, just let it end...
I woke up as my breath caught in my throat, I was back in the basement, I was alone. I slowly breathed in and out, gathering my thoughts together. Finally when I could think straight I decided it was the only way I could get out of this place. Painfully I reached beside the bed, but froze, something was scratched into the wall, I could feel he crumbling stone and rough carvings. Intrigued I pushed the mattress down and traced my fingers across the carvings, in my head I saw something else. I saw my myself, years ago with an arm around my shoulders, the owner of the arm was my father. I could feel the way he would hold my hand as I traced the carvings. M.A.M, suddenly it all fitted into place.
My Dad had been here, he had been here on this very bed, stuck in this very room, killed here. I let out a little hiccough as my breath caught in my throat. Oh my God. I was breathing too fast, I could feel my heart thrumming loudly in my chest. But a strange air of calmness settled around me as I lifted my arm just above my own fathers work. I set to work.
It hurt, it hurt so much, my fingers were bleeding and bruised. Tears were falling across my cheeks and onto my ripped, bloody t-shirt. My own initials were covered in my blood and skin. Finally, I finished "I love you Daddy" I whispered softly letting the tears dribble into my mouth.
I woke with a start, someone was climbing down the ladder. I looked across, it was Dr. Steve. I was past the point of even being able to scowl at him, I felt weak, light-headed, sick. I didn't care anymore, he could do what he liked, I was too weak to do anything about it. Weak. I hated the word, it described me perfectly, I was used to being strong, being able to stand up to fully grown adults. Not anymore. I turned my head to the wall, causing it to swim in a whirl of blackness, I looked at my initials, they matched the room. I had grown to believe this is where I would live for the rest of my life until they finally got bored and killed me, just like my dad before me.
"Hello Cameron" Dr. Steve greeted me, "Hello" I whispered hoarsely my voice dragging, through my cracked lips. "Oh Cameron, you sound dehydrated, here have a glass of water" he said softly, my mouth watering i took the glass and gulped down a mouthful.
Burning, tearing my throat apart. I spluttered and spat out what was left in my mouth. Bleach. Retching violently I tasted blood before throwing up blood, it splattered my body and the bed, Dr. Steve had conveniently stepped out of the way. "You bastard" I spluttered faintly. "Oops, sorry Cammie I didn't mean to" he mocked, I couldn't reply, my throat was filling up with blood and acid. I chucked it everywhere, not caring that it covered me and burned my skin. "I won't give you the information Dr. Steve, try all you like, it wont work" I whispered softly, the pain cracking my voice. "Just kill me now and save yourself the trouble" I pleaded, he laughed "Cammie dear, if I wanted to kill you, you would be in much more pain, there's no fun in a relatively painful death, it only gets fun when its slow and painful and the person is begging you to kill them" he confided in my, a smirk spreading across his face. "for instance I could do this" he observed taking a blood covered knife out of his pocket. "Last time I used this Cammie, I was torturing your dad" He plunged it into my already wounded shoulder. I let out a blood-curdling scream as it furrowed through my skin and bone emerging the other side. I continued to scream as hot blood poured over me and I heard Dr. Steve laugh.
Woah, Dr. Steve is one evil, twisted man! Okay I hope you enjoyed that! Please review, I need ideas! I hope to update soon (2 weeks max.) Thanks guys, and thanks to those who have reviewed this, much appreciated!
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