By: Mia L. Hazlett
My departure was similar to my arrival. I was thrown into a trunk, so I didn’t know where I was leaving or being taken. Although Footsteps put me in the trunk, I couldn’t say he was the one driving. I tried my best to stay awake, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. Dr. Guy had given me some sort of pill prior to my little trip. The effect began with a long blink. Now a tingle made it from my shoulders to my fingertips.
I woke up in a bedroom. It wasn’t my bedroom, but it was a bedroom. It was in direct contrast to the hell I left. There was nothing but white everywhere. I tried to get up but somehow I was back in hell. I was alert, but once again, unable to move my legs. I could see my legs, but could not feel them. As the door opened, same hell with different scenery. In walked, Maniacal, Footsteps, and the Dr. Guy, and all I could do is watch them as they approached the bed.
Dr. Guy gave me a shot in my arm, as Maniacal spoke to me. There was a flat screen TV in the corner of the room. I watched Footsteps walk and turn on the television. Hope popped onto the screen. She was in our old hell and sleeping peacefully. He switched the channel and I was staring at myself, an electronic mirror. He continued to change the channels and I received a virtual tour of my new “home”.
There was a tingling in my legs and I could feel a small ache in my lower back. It wasn’t a pain, just a small uncomfortable ache. Maniacal explained they had inserted a tracking device in my back. Footsteps pressed a button on the side of the TV and it became a monitor. A red dot blinked. I knew I was the dot, but he quickly switched the channel back to Hope. I did not have time to see the street names that were listed around the blinking dot.
Amazingly, my freedom and bondage shared the same screen. If I decided to leave, I would just have to figure out where I was. They could track me if they wanted, but this was the closest I had come to freedom. But Maniacal had his name for a reason. If I did leave, Hope was dead. My life or hers. Who did I have more loyalty towards? Myself or the woman I gave my word to?
Copyright © 2014 Mia L. Hazlett