4rth Piece

This is the 2nd post of the book I was talking about in the "What My Blog Is" post.

I wake up in a dark room that smells like the attic in a grandmother’s house, old and used… I sit up and am instantly greeted with my head throbbing in pain.

“Ow.” I say under my breath.

 I hear a click followed by a groan that is obviously coming from a door and turn around to see a guard. He looks about six feet tall and is built like a bull. He has a nose that flares every time he takes a breath, two heartless beady eyes that are too close together, and a brown mustache that swoops down to his chin and covers his mouth, and the filthiest, greasiest hair then anyone I've ever met. Yup, he is quite the ladies’ man alright.

“Get up.” He pretty much growls.

 I stand up cradling my head in my hands trying to stop the throbbing.

“Follow me.” He says in the same tone.

It seems like he can only speak two words at a time. I follow him down a hallway where there are a bunch of other cells. I hear moans of pain and agony, and stare into the eyes of the hurt and hopeless. I quickly turn away only to face another person.

I realize that the guard must be the world’s fastest walker and have to pretty much jog to catch up with him. I don’t dare ask where we are going, afraid I am going to be punched and I won’t be able to fight back with my head throbbing a mile a minute.

 We take a couple turns and then he comes up to a door and tells me to go inside. Actually he just shoves me in there. I find myself standing in what looks like a principal’s office.

An older looking gentleman was sitting at the desk. He had graying hair and wrinkles but other than that he looked like he could be in his 30’s. His ice cold green eyes were directly on mine which made me uncomfortable and I squirm a little.

“Have a seat,” He says in a cold tone.

I immediately sit down on the blue chair facing him.

“I have a decision for you to make.”

 I stare at him wondering what kind of cruel activity or punishment it will be.

“You either stay here,” He gestures to the office and surrounding dungeon, “for a year, or you stay upstairs like you used to for the next two years.”

You’re probably thinking “of course she’s going to go with the second choice it may be longer but it sounds so much better.” Well you’re wrong it’s a pretty even balance for me.

 I think for a while and end up choosing the second choice. I would have picked the first but it literally came down to the constant cries from the neighboring cells, I wouldn't be able to handle hearing them in that much pain.

I tell him and feel a slight prick on my neck. I look down and catch a glimpse of a dart. The last thing I see is the old man smiling the creepiest smile anyone can ever think of times ten before I black out.