The Void Box
Gah! My head
hurts. I reached up to rub it. Only… I couldn’t move. W-What? I looked down
fully awake. My hands were strapped down to a wooden chair. My legs were also
tied down. Same with my torso. What is this?
Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip.
My eyes adjusted
to the dark. I found myself in a dirty-looking kitchen. Dishes were piled up in
the sink. Flies buzzed around the food on the counter. Trash littered the
counters and table. What the hell? What was this? I looked up when I heard
footsteps.
“Oh good. You’re
awake,” a voice said. I jerked my head upward. A boy walked toward me. He looked
a bit older than me. His bangs hid his eyes. He had on a black hoodie and jeans.
I tried to squirm away from him. The boy bowed his head.
“I am so sorry!”
he said.
“Huh?” I asked.
“I’m so sorry! I
was told to do this,” he said. “She made me do this.”
“What are you
talking about? Who are you? Why am I here?” I asked. I tried to struggle out of
my bindings. Damn, these knots were good. That boy kept apologizing. I didn’t
understand what he was saying.
“Who are you?” I
tried again. He didn’t answer. I decided to try something else.
“Who asked you
to bring me here?” I asked. The boy froze. He lowered his head. I cocked my head
to the side.
“What did you
say?” I asked. The boy lifted his head.
“Your sister,”
he said. I froze as I stared at him.
“What did you
say?” I asked. The boy bowed again.
“I’m so sorry,”
he said again. “I’m just following orders. She told me to do this. I am so sorry
for this.” I sat there with my head swimming. My sister was really alive? I
heard that before. I wanted to believe that.
“You’re lying!”
I said. The boy bowed again.
“I wish I was,”
he said. “Believe me.” It was then I noticed that he sounded so scared. What was
going on?
“What is going
on here? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?” I asked. The boy
started to tremble.
“Wait… was that
you in my yard earlier?” I asked. He dropped his head.
“Yes,” the boy
said. Okay…
“So… why am I
here?” I asked. The boy bowed his head.
“I was to bring
you to her,” he said. “I am so sorry!” He pulled out a knife. I started to
scream.
“Shhh!” the boy
whispered. He held up his hands.
“Shhh! Shhh!”
He came up
behind me and cut the ropes. My body came loose from the chair. I rubbed my
wrists.
“Please… run!”
the boy pleaded. I turned my head. He had a desperate look in his eyes.
“You have to
go!” he said. “I can’t… I can’t! I can’t do it!” He dropped his head in his
hands.
“You can’t let
her catch you,” he said. I didn’t understand what was going on. He froze when he
heard the door opening.
“Oh no, they’re here,” he whispered. “You have to go! I’ll try to distract them. Now go! Go!” I turned and ran out of the kitchen. I didn’t even look back.