Deep in our heads

Part 5 - 2014

"I have a couple of questions." Well, I guess my time hasn't come just yet.

"And I don't have any answers."

"What did you tell them ?"

"Nothing."

"Liar." He unlocks the door and comes in. He locks it again and looks at me with an evil grin. "What did you tell them ?"

"Nothing." He slaps me with the back of his hand.

"What. Did you. TELL THEM ?" He hits me again after every word and as I collapse to the ground, I laugh hysterically.

"Nothing."

"You useless piece of crap." He kicks me in the stomach multiple times in a row and he kneels next to me just to punch my face again. I spit some blood on the cold ground. I close my eyes and everything turns to dark. Maybe my time has come but suddenly I don't wanna go anymore. I wanna see James and wrap my arms around him. I wanna go home.

***

It's been a week now. A full week of me being trapped and getting hit. They want me to tell them where James is but I won't do it. If that's the only good thing I can do then I'll keep my mouth shut.

"I said tell me !"

This guy hits me again right in the face. I can't even feel my lips anymore and I must really look like shit right now. I just want it to be over. Why can't they kill me already ? I shake my head and show him I won't say a thing. He kicks me in the stomach and by now I know there's no point in standing up. Pain shots through my whole body as he kicks me one more time. I hold my stomach with both hands and close my eyes but I don't cry. I won't give him that.

"I'll be back," he says. "And I won't be alone. We'll see if you still don't wanna talk." I hear him lock the door behind him and I try to lay down on my back. My whole body aches and even breathing is painful now. I let out an ugly sob and tears come down my face, mixing with both dried and fresh blood. I try to sit up and it takes me ten minutes to drag myself to the nearest wall. I push on my hands as hard as I can and it turns out my arms are still strong enough to lift me up. I cry even harder when I lean back against the wall. I want it to be over. All of it. When I hear voices behind my door, about an hour later, I secretly hope it's finally the end. Maybe they'll execute me today. But those voices... They're too quiet. They're too fast and those people seem to be struggling with the lock. Could it be...? No. Don't. I jerk my head back and stare at the ceiling. Even the tiny lamp hurts my eyes now and I close them as I feel more tears coming out. I hear the door being opened and I don't even look to see who came in. I know I won't like whatever is coming.

"Oh God, what did they do to you ?"

It's barely a whisper but there's so much worry and fear in it that I look at the man who spoke. My left eye is swollen but I can still make out his face : James. James came for me. I blink a few times and I shake my head. It can't be him. I'm just dreaming or maybe I'm finally dying.

"Please, y/n, we don't have much time..."

"Buck, if we don't get out of here now, they'll find us."

I sigh. Of course he brought Rogers along.

"Guys, it's now or never." Now this voice sounds familiar. I try to smile and fail amazingly. I cough and cry from the pain. Natalia kneels next to me. "We have to go, y/n. James will carry you out of here, alright ?"

I look at her and put my hand on hers. She's all grown up now and I can't help but wonder what got her out of the Red Room. I always knew she was special. I'm pretty sure she would've been offered a job similar to mine if she'd stayed longer. "Natalia..."