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Chapter 7 - Sarah...!

I'm struggling to make sense of the situation I'm in. My only clear memories are of Eric - his love and care for me. But I find myself in an unknown place, bewildered and disoriented, unable to move my legs. Yes! It is not going to move anymore.

Everything went blank after we planned our 6th anniversary in his bed. Now, I'm surrounded by unfamiliar faces that feel as cold as ice. I've tried to recall what happened, but it's like untangling a knot. Each time I try, my headaches, and it feels like a weight pulling me down. It's a distressing feeling not to remember the moments that make up our lives.

As soon as I regained consciousness after that fateful incident, my eyes frantically searched for Eric. I could only recall his face - his light grey hair, with a few strands falling on his forehead, which only added to his charm. His brown-red eyes always seemed captivated by my face, as though I was the only person that mattered to him. And that mole on his right bottom cheek always made me smile.

But he was not there. There was no one to say, "Yay! You got this. You got over it, dear." Instead, I was alone with my thoughts and fears. And then I realized something even more terrifying - I was paralyzed.

I wasn't in my home, nor was I in a hospital, and Eric was nowhere to be found. At that moment, my heart felt as though it had stopped beating. I screamed and screamed until my voice grew hoarse. But no one came to my rescue. Days turned into months, and months turned into years, but still, I screamed.

During that time, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Eric. Was he okay? Was he hurt worse than I was? But each day, I reassured myself that he was alright and that he would come to me. He will find me and I need to stay stronger for him!

The room was enveloped in a thick, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of the man's ominous footsteps echoing off the walls. His presence exuded an evil power that sent shivers down my spine, making my heart race with primal fear. His tall, imposing figure and impeccably classy appearance contrasted sharply with the aura of darkness and control that surrounded him.Mira's arrival with breakfast and supplies for the day offered no comfort, as her cold, unfeeling demeanour only added to the sense of isolation and dread that consumed me. She refused to engage in conversation, her icy gaze piercing through me like a dagger. Whenever I dared to voice a request or express my desire to have my phone, she would simply nod and send that man.

The cage I was confined in felt like a tomb, a symbol of my captivity and helplessness in the face of these terrifying individuals. Every time the man grabbed my hair and pulled me close, his voice dripped with menace as he uttered those chilling words, "Behave".

The man's pen, always at the ready on his suit, served as a constant reminder of the consequences of defiance - a weapon used to enforce obedience and submission. And the girl who lurked behind the transparent board on the door, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and malice, added to the sense of being watched and trapped in this nightmarish world.

In this claustrophobic and domineering environment, I felt like a helpless prey, trapped in a predator's den with no way out. The fear and uncertainty gripped me like icy claws, leaving me trembling in terror at what horrors awaited me at the hands of these sinister figures.

The door opened wide so it was seven o clock in the morning. Mira came with food and supplies. Pretended, I was sleeping. She called me to wake up but I refused I did this every morning to check whether The Man had left or not. I know he had never left from the day I opened my eyes. Like 5 years he has not left this fucking house. So one day I was sure he would never come when I refused Mira. 

"I told you to wake up."

I stayed nonchalant.

"I will call Sir.! Are you going to open those eyes?"

I remained composed despite my trembling and chose not to speak. This is a deliberate decision I make, knowing the consequences. Although my fears may have turned me into stone, I refuse to let them control me.

"Okay, You can stay starved until Sir, comes."

What!, She left with the food and supplies that she had brought along with her. It was a bittersweet moment because it meant that he wasn't going to be there after keeping me captive for five long years. My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away. It was time to take action and find a way out of this nightmare. I knew that I needed to contact someone who could help me. Suddenly, I remembered his cell phone number. It was a ray of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation

Yes!!! I remember his number.

I mustered all my strength and got up from the bed. My legs felt weak and wobbly, but I sat up straight. I scanned the room and saw a vase about 15 feet away from my bed. It was my only chance to make a noise and attract someone's attention. I wanted to break it so that someone would come. I knew that it was a risky move, but I had to take the chance. I picked up my blanket and threw it with all my might. It shattered into a million pieces, making a loud noise. I hoped that someone had heard it and would come. For the first time in five years, I felt a glimmer of hope that I might finally be free.

But, 

I heard a faint noise from the door. Suddenly, a tray slid through the slot as if it had been pushed from the other side. I was startled to see that there was a cell phone on the tray. I quickly grabbed it, scrutinizing it to make sure it was real. The phone was still on, displaying the time and date. As I held it in my hands, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this phone would be my ticket out of here. 

I attempted to contact him on 29 separate occasions, but he failed to respond to any of my calls. With each unsuccessful attempt, I gradually felt a growing sense of despair and hopelessness. The feeling of being left in the dark, without any guidance or support, was overwhelming and disorienting. 

Then I remembered I knew Jeff's contact. I quickly dialled without wasting any time.

"Hello"

"He...llo, he...llo Jeff...!"

"Sara-

As soon as I saw someone approaching my room, I quickly turned off my phone. It was Mira, and her sudden appearance sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a sense of panic and unease as she entered the room. With trembling hands, I reached under my pillow to locate my phone. I knew I had to hide it from her at all costs.

Mira's eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. She noticed the broken vase and gave me a terrifying look. I could feel my heart racing as she moved closer to me. I knew that if she found out about my phone, it would be nearly impossible for me to escape from this room or this bed. 

I tried to remain calm and composed, but my mind was racing with fear and uncertainty. I knew that I had to stay one step ahead of Mira if I wanted to survive. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for a second. The stakes were simply too high, and I was determined to do whatever it took to stay alive."What have you done here?"

"I just tried to get up but my blanket flew there."

"Are you kidding me? Seriously, I will show you what you've done today. You should consider yourself lucky that Sir is not present today."

I understand that he is currently unavailable and it's uncertain when he will return. It took Mira 38 minutes to clean the broken vase and leave the room. After she left, I checked my phone and saw that Jeff had called six times; luckily, my phone was in silent mode.

I noticed that Eric had called me a staggering 32 times. Without a moment's hesitation, I immediately called him back.

It was like a new lease on life had been granted to me. I felt alive again. After all these years, I could still vividly hear his voice echoing in my ears, and my eyes couldn't help but shimmer with tears. I can hardly wait to meet him. I'm not sure what I'll say. I don't even know if I'll be able to explain my current situation. I've been held captive by some people, and I don't know if I'll be able to articulate everything I've been through. 

I was lost from the day I lost his smile!