Chapter 33 - TortureA Chapter by emma-Andrea- Screams echoed from down the
hall. I pressed my hands against my ears to try and block the sound, but it
seeped through my fingers and I heard it all the same. Scared tears dripped off
my cheeks and I crawled to the corner of the stone wall, distancing myself from
the door. I curled into myself and tried to block out the screams. From the moment the ghombie
had shoved me into my little cell, a girl had been screaming just down the
hall. She didn’t scream every second, but every once in a while. But when she
did, it was a terrible, gut-wrenching scream. I’d been here for at least an
hour or two. Maybe more. I had no clue where I was, and I had no idea what was
happening. Why had a ghombie kidnapped me? The cell I was in had a sort
of damp feel to it. It was very cold, and I was starting to get a chill. The
tears didn’t make it any better, and my nose just got stuffier and stuffier.
And the terror built up in my chest made everything a billion times worse. The screaming stopped, and
was replaced by uncontrollable tears. The door creaked open and someone
stumbled in. In the little light the dimmed lamp in the corner offered I could
tell it was a girl by her hair and chest. She was crying, and she hadn’t
noticed me yet. She lay down in the middle of the cell and curled up into a
ball. “Um, are you okay?” I asked
warily and started to crawl towards her. Her body jerked violently
and she snapped her head up. Our eyes met, and I could faintly she the colour
of her hair. A dirty blonde that was getting closer to light brown. “Who the hell are you?” she
asked, her voice hoarse. “I-I’m Andrea,” I told her
shakily. “Are you a ghombie? Did they
send you in here to torture me every second of every day?” She sounded strong and
determined even though she was still crying. “No, I was kidnapped and
they threw me in here.” The girl stood up and
practically ran to me. She threw her arms around me in a tught hug that knocked
the wind out of me. “Thank God,” she breathed. Her body was frozen, even
worse than mine. We sat there, hugging, in the corner for a long time without
speaking. At first I wanted to question why we were hugging, but then I
realized that she needed to keep warm to survive. And she was so cold now that
I had no idea how she’d lived any amount of time here. “I’m Camille,” she told me.
“Been here for two weeks now. At least, that’s what I think.” “What’s going on?” I asked. “Not sure. All I know is
that this is hell.” She offered no more
information, and when I asked her why she was screaming, she simply said:
“You’ll find out soon enough.” And I did. The door creaked open again.
A ghombie dressed in all black stomped in right up to Camille and I. I screamed
when his frozen fingers curled around my arm. He yanked me upwards, and I
stumbled to my feet. I heard Camille start to cry as the ghombie dragged me
away. I writhed and tried to squirm away, but he kept a firm hold on me. He dragged
me down the white, sterile hallway. When he kicked open the door to a room just
a few meters from my cell, I began to shake with terror. There was another ghombie
sitting there, calmly staring out a window with metal mesh on the outside. He
turned to me and I screamed. His eyes were white, no pupils or anything. Just
white. His skin was a darker blue than I’d ever seen on a ghombie. It was
almost navy, in my opinion. He stood and began to walk towards me. His fingers
grazed my cheek, and I let out a shriek of pain. His fingers were ice. They hurt my skin. He laughed. “Andrea Landry.”
I twisted my face away from
his fingers. The other ghombie’s fingers that were still clenched around my
arms felt warm compared to the utter glacial feeling of the white-eyed ghombie.
“How do you know my name?” I
asked, forcing myself not to stutter. He grinned, contorting his
face and making him even less attractive. “I know the name of every ghombie
whisperer that was ever conceived. Or in the correct phrase, Life Donor.” He touched my face again,
and I screamed in agony. I spat in his face to get him to move away. He
recoiled and his eyes blazed red. “Anthony!” he yelled, and
another ghombie stumbled into the room. “She’s all yours now.” The ghombe holding my arms shoved
me into Anthony, who grabbed me and held me sturdily. Before I knew it, his
teeth were sinking into my flesh and everything was fading into the eerie
white. Being inside Anthony’s body was painful. It was obvious they had
everything planned out because when I woke, I was tied to that chair next to
the window. The only thing I did for two hours was stare out into the streets,
watching for cars or people. None came. I wondered where I was every two
seconds, and then I’d wonder if I was going to die in this place. Thus began a
vicious cycle of tears. Nothing else happened. I sat, stared and cried for two hours.
When Anthony came back (in my body) I was a mess. “Please let me out,” I cried. “Give me my body back.” That ugly, freezing ghombie came back in. “Anthony, you heard
the girl. Give her her body back.” Anthony touched my/his arm and the pull began. I was ripped away
from his lifeless body and transferred into my own. They dragged me back into my
cell that I shared with Camille. I gladly let them. They threw me to the floor,
and I let myself cry again. Camille tried to comfort me, but nothing worked. I
had a feeling this possession was just the beginning of a life of torture. © 2012 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 5, 2012Last Updated on January 5, 2012 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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