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I hobble toward her and sit next to her on the grass. She closes her eyes and avoids looking at me. There is a gentle breeze that pushes a small strand of her hair in front of her face, and I reach out to push it behind her ear.
Her eyes tighten and she lip twitches as though she is holding back a sob.
“Look at me, Emily,” I whisper.
“What do you want, Liam?” she mumbles.
“I want to make sure you’re okay… with everything that has happened.”
She looks up at me and I see the anger in her eyes.
“You mean like how you shattered my heart and then a month later my fiancé and father are assassinated in front of me?” she huffs out a humorless laugh. “I’m great!”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You don’t get to say that to me after telling me I was nothing but a hole to fill and you don’t want me.” She pulls away, but I see the pain spread across her face.
“It’s for the best.” I try to reason.
“Just… Please leave me alone.” Her lip quivers and it takes everything in me not to pull her into my arms.
“I still want to be here for you, Emily. I want us to still be friends.”
Her face contorts with anger, and she shakes her head.
“I don’t want to be anything to you after what you’ve said and done. Not after you tossed me aside like trash.”
The tears start to form, and I swallow tightly.
“I’m going to Ireland when my ma leaves and I don’t want to hear from you ever again.” She stands and leaves me alone in the garden.
“Let me out! Please! Let me out!” I shriek with each pound of my fist on the metal door. The black tendrils have morphed into millions of spiders that are climbing along every surface of the room and making their way toward me. One climbs up my leg, and I smack it repeatedly, but it continues its path up my body.
I feel one land on the top of my head, and I scream and thrash until I no longer feel it in my hair. I continue to fight off the crawling arachnids, smashing them, and pushing them off my body as best as I can.
As quickly as they came, they disappear.
I pant and press a hand against my chest. My heart is beating a mile a minute and sweat flows down my brow.
“It’s okay… I’m okay… They’re not real…” I repeat each word and release slow, steady breaths. My teeth chatter as the adrenaline begins to subside.
“They’ll come back.” A voice says in my ear, and I cry out. I crawl as fast as possible to the closest corner of the room and shove my body as close to the wall as possible.
“You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real,” I repeat over and over.
A deep and terrifying laugh echoes in the room before silence descends. I clamp my hand over my mouth and sob. I sob until I have no tears left to cry. I sob until I feel lightheaded and I’m trembling from all the emotion I’ve purged.
My breath bellows out in a small puff of white that I can barely make out in the darkness. My eyes have been adjusting to the lack of light which I guess can be seen as a good thing. Me? I know it’s a sign that my vision is no longer what It used to be.
I knock on the door again and again until my hands ache and my voice is hoarse from begging to be set free.
“Please…” I croak.
I wake to the sound of the deadbolt unlocking and shoot up to a seated position. I press my back against the wall and hold up my hand to block the blinding light that spills from the doorway.
A large figure walks through the threshold, and their boots thudding against the concrete sends a jolt of fear down my body.
I’ve come to recognize who enters cell by the sound of their steps… and I don’t know who this man is.
