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d…down into her heart…I can feel it. I can f…feel
it and that’s what wakes me up! That pain in m…my chest. I know it
sounds crazy, but it’s l…like a past life or something.”
“That doesn’t sound crazy to—” Alex
began.
James broke in when he began to feel
uncomfortable. “I think you might want to get that checked out,
Claire,” he gave a tight chuckle, folding his hands in his lap with
a force that turned his skin bone white. “Night terrors aren’t
good, and when they start to impact your life, you should probably
get it checked out, right? Right.”
Alex raised her eyebrow in question. James
wasn’t good at concealing secrets, and he definitely wasn’t good at
diverting attention from one. They had been dating long enough for
her to know that something wasn’t right. “James—” she began.
“Right?” he asked, his question directed only
at Claire.
“You’re probably r…right,” she relented,
pushing the other earphone into her ear as she tried to fall back
to sleep. She felt like she hadn’t slept in days.
When she was sure Claire was asleep, Alex
turned to her boyfriend with crossed arms and a pout on her face.
“Alright. Spill.”
The clack of James’s teeth snapping
together was audible despite the noise coming through the vents
around them and the voices rising up over the rows of seats.
Ignoring her question, he looked away, choosing instead to stare
silently out the window, into the white mist surrounding the plane.
Letting a string of profanity slip through her lips, Alex leaned
over him to pull the cover down over the glass.
“Damn it, James, tell me! Please !”
“There’s nothing to say,” he insisted. “B…but
recurring dreams aren’t normal. She should see someone about
that.”
She scrutinized his face with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t believe you.”
Chapter Seven
Location Unknown; June 27 th , 2012
Don’t put me back in the tub. Don’t put me
back in the tub. Don’t put me back in the tub.
The words replayed themselves in her head,
over and over again, but she could only rock herself quietly while
she shook the water from her hair. It hadn’t been the first time
she’d been returned to her lonely cell after another session in
that terrible room. The evil woman who’d dragged her underwater the
first time, and every time thereafter, had been gone for the last
few sessions, but Janie hadn’t been reprieved when there were so
many ready volunteers to take her place.
She never cried. She’d been in this cold
prison long enough to realize that tears did no good and she
couldn’t afford to waste the limited water she was given. After
enough time, Janie eventually lost the need for the pathetic
process. Now, when she suffered through nightmares of drowning, she
only screamed when she woke, and tried to ignore the pain.
Janie was aware that her stay with the
assassin and her team had been extended indefinitely, but she
didn’t know how long it had been since she’d last seen sunlight.
Each minute, hour, and day blended seamlessly into the next since
she did nothing but lie on the frigid concrete and nurse the leg
she knew was broken at the shin. Long ago, it seemed like forever
she‘d lain there, the woman had broken it in one of their sessions;
the bone protruding from her skin made any movement she dared
another fresh, crippling dagger to her abused flesh.
The infection that followed from her
deplorable conditions had been serious enough that a doctor was
brought in to help her, but the sessions had begun with a new
passion shortly after. Unfortunately, the doctor had been hired
only to take care of the infection, and the leg had been left to
heal in all the wrong ways. She couldn’t have hoped to stand on it
the way it was, let alone try to escape again.
Janie had begun estimating how long she’d
been locked down there by the feel of her scarring
it and that’s what wakes me up! That pain in m…my chest. I know it
sounds crazy, but it’s l…like a past life or something.”
“That doesn’t sound crazy to—” Alex
began.
James broke in when he began to feel
uncomfortable. “I think you might want to get that checked out,
Claire,” he gave a tight chuckle, folding his hands in his lap with
a force that turned his skin bone white. “Night terrors aren’t
good, and when they start to impact your life, you should probably
get it checked out, right? Right.”
Alex raised her eyebrow in question. James
wasn’t good at concealing secrets, and he definitely wasn’t good at
diverting attention from one. They had been dating long enough for
her to know that something wasn’t right. “James—” she began.
“Right?” he asked, his question directed only
at Claire.
“You’re probably r…right,” she relented,
pushing the other earphone into her ear as she tried to fall back
to sleep. She felt like she hadn’t slept in days.
When she was sure Claire was asleep, Alex
turned to her boyfriend with crossed arms and a pout on her face.
“Alright. Spill.”
The clack of James’s teeth snapping
together was audible despite the noise coming through the vents
around them and the voices rising up over the rows of seats.
Ignoring her question, he looked away, choosing instead to stare
silently out the window, into the white mist surrounding the plane.
Letting a string of profanity slip through her lips, Alex leaned
over him to pull the cover down over the glass.
“Damn it, James, tell me! Please !”
“There’s nothing to say,” he insisted. “B…but
recurring dreams aren’t normal. She should see someone about
that.”
She scrutinized his face with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t believe you.”
Chapter Seven
Location Unknown; June 27 th , 2012
Don’t put me back in the tub. Don’t put me
back in the tub. Don’t put me back in the tub.
The words replayed themselves in her head,
over and over again, but she could only rock herself quietly while
she shook the water from her hair. It hadn’t been the first time
she’d been returned to her lonely cell after another session in
that terrible room. The evil woman who’d dragged her underwater the
first time, and every time thereafter, had been gone for the last
few sessions, but Janie hadn’t been reprieved when there were so
many ready volunteers to take her place.
She never cried. She’d been in this cold
prison long enough to realize that tears did no good and she
couldn’t afford to waste the limited water she was given. After
enough time, Janie eventually lost the need for the pathetic
process. Now, when she suffered through nightmares of drowning, she
only screamed when she woke, and tried to ignore the pain.
Janie was aware that her stay with the
assassin and her team had been extended indefinitely, but she
didn’t know how long it had been since she’d last seen sunlight.
Each minute, hour, and day blended seamlessly into the next since
she did nothing but lie on the frigid concrete and nurse the leg
she knew was broken at the shin. Long ago, it seemed like forever
she‘d lain there, the woman had broken it in one of their sessions;
the bone protruding from her skin made any movement she dared
another fresh, crippling dagger to her abused flesh.
The infection that followed from her
deplorable conditions had been serious enough that a doctor was
brought in to help her, but the sessions had begun with a new
passion shortly after. Unfortunately, the doctor had been hired
only to take care of the infection, and the leg had been left to
heal in all the wrong ways. She couldn’t have hoped to stand on it
the way it was, let alone try to escape again.
Janie had begun estimating how long she’d
been locked down there by the feel of her scarring
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