Bye Natasha

“Let me go! I shouted through the mask covering my mouth. The room was dark and cold. The chair I was sitting on was stiff and wobbly. Someone came up to me. They had something in their hands. Something sharp. Something that could hurt me. Don’t be deceived by the weak chair that holds you up,” came a voice that sounded close yet eerily distant. The clacking of her high heels against the co

“You can try to escape but you won't. The floor echoed through the empty room where I sat wondering what was happening to me. 

“ Do you know why you’re here?” I snapped out of my delirium, attention settling on that condescending voice.  

I ignored her question. “Let me go!” I insisted again.. She only snickered, the vile sound like the hissing of a viper.

“If I did, you’d miss the fun,” 

What fun? The room spun a little. The clacking of the shoes became more distant by the second and I felt tired. I suddenly panicked. What does she have planned for me? The unstable chair, already wobbly, threatened to tip over. Maybe it was just me, but it felt like the world was ending. I couldn’t feel any of my limbs and my body thought walking was a foreign concept. My eyes drifted shut and the room spun. I don’t know what happened after that but I woke up again. There was no one in the room this time. I started to jump. Jump in my chair. Jump or hop to the closest door. Jump anywhere that might bring me out of this place. This cold dark room. The door swung open and the familiar clacking of high heels began once again. Click Clack Click Clack. She walked up to me and tried to drag my chair but to the spot it was in before. It was under this bright light that seemed brighter with each passing second. “Why did you try to escape? You know that you will miss the fun right?” said the lady with the overly loud high heels “What do you mean?” I responded half confused, half trying not to show how I really feel. “The fun. The ceremony silly!  Don’t you know?”  She responded with the same condescending tone she seemed to always have. “What ceremony???”  I asked half asking about it but the other half. It really wanted to know. The only words that were running through my mind were to try and figure out what this ceremony was. “The sacrificing ceremony silly! Did no one tell you!?” She said, sounding more confused, “ No, no one told me about any ceremony.” I said hoping she would tell me more information. “ Oh no. I shouldn’t have told you.” “Wait what?!” BLAM. My eyes shut fast but my mind was awake. 

I woke up again but I was in a different room. The walls more enclosed. The ceiling shortened. It felt like the walls were closing on me. Squishing me. Suffocating me. I heard voices. Loud ones. The walls were shouting at this point. Even though walls don’t shout it felt like it was. Like the weight of all the world was on me. Like I couldn’t breathe. Like I was more trapped than ever. I never like being in enclosed spaces. The feeling of  being trapped made my skin crawl. This was my worst nightmare. The familiar clacking of high heels walked in the room and I got scared. She walked up to me and covered my eyes and mouth. I fell asleep instantly. And woke up on a stage. There were other people just not on the stage. They were holding things. It looked like tomatoes. There was a guillotine and a basket. There was a book and a podium. There were people in capes. I had shackles on my feet and handcuffs on my wrists and was being dragged to the guillotine where people started to throw tomatoes at me. I slipped and fell. When I got back up they dragged me back behind the guillotine and put my head through the hole and said in this deep demanding voice “Do you have any last words?”  The string was at the ready when I said something that even surprised me. 

“ Wait… We can talk. Please. Spare me, I'll do anything.”  I said with my voice shaking. They spoke in some form of foreign language. The lady with the same high heels walked up to me and dragged me by the arm, almost slicing my head off with the sharp blade. She dragged me to a room that was dark and cold. The ceiling was dripping brown water and it smelled like death. In the room the girl took her wig off and dragged me by the arm again. She pulled me into another room with a door and opened it. Outside, there was light, fresh air, and people. People who weren’t throwing things at me. . She dragged me to a van and covered my eyes again. Still without saying a word she drove away. Spending faster and faster down the road. After a while, we stopped. She dragged me out of the van and told me to run. She gave me a bag filled with a phone, map, food, and water. She told me to run as far as I could. So I did. I ran till my feet bled. I ran till I couldn’t feel my feet anymore. I collapsed in a house that let me in with grace and let me stay the night. I left in the morning and fled more. I ran more and more and more till nothing mattered anymore. After 2 days of constant running, they found me. They took me in their van and drove back. The last words I heard before they took me back to the place. “Bye Natasha”