Letters Written in White (24 page)
My arms began to flail as I took in rapid breaths to refuel myself. The air streamed in and out as quickly as my lungs would allow and then the scream started again. The rhythm of your chest rising and falling remained the same, my tantrum obviously not affecting you in the least. My legs bent, seeking to join my rebellion, but you’d tied them down. Although my arms were free, you’d forced my legs to become one with this bed, it joined forces with the white room to keep me prisoner. The racing of my heart picked up at this realization and I began to punch wildly at the open air surrounding me, finally grabbing the pillows and blankets and throwing them at you. Yet, you still remained steadfast and calm—I hated you more than I ever thought I was capable of hating, your unfaltering resolve reinforcing the ice sheeting my heart.
As my screams grew ragged and were replaced with frenzied gasping, you finally stood and faced me.
“You need to calm yourself or I will leave.”
Your choice of words made humor tickle at my heart. “Leave? And you think that would be punishment?” I choked out with a strangled voice.
“You seem to think being locked in this room with me is the worst your life could get.” The first hint of calloused wit danced across your turned-up lips. “It isn’t. Solitary is far more brutal than anything I have in mind for you.”
Silence fell between us, your eyes locked with mine. I heard the pounding of my heart, the source of its speed no longer the level of my temper but the magnitude of the unknown.
Seconds turned into minutes as our standoff continued, the only sound in the room had been the rattled inhales of my labored breath.
“Can I ask you something?” I finally spoke cautiously.
“You can ask me anything as long as you promise to behave,” you said, with one eyebrow raised at me.
I nodded in response, even if it was a lie, and asked, “Where am I?”
“Home,” was all you said.
“How long have I been here?”
“A while,” you answered, tilted your head to the side and shrugged your shoulders like time no longer mattered.
“How did I get here?” I had so many questions whirling around in my head and your short answers offered no help; they merely caused more.
“You wanted to come, so I brought you.”
“Wanted to come?” The confusion slipped from my mouth as I shook my head.
“You said so yourself.” Your words sounded confident but you nodded emphatically in what I assumed was an attempt to reassure me—or maybe yourself.
“Why me?” I whispered.
“You’re special, you're my Annabel.”
The rush of blood through my veins was a dull roar in my ears. “Who are you?”
“I’m your Cage.”
To be continued…
The Caging
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