Twelve (12)

Date: 3/27/2018

I was at some party and there was a bunch of people there, mostly teens and adults. I was talking with a bunch of adults when someone called for us all to take a seat. On my way to sit down this guy walks up to me and asks if he can give me his number.  He was adorable, nice and well dressed. He gave me a slip of paper with neat writing of his number. We both split to sit with friends, I sat at the back left side of the room next to a girl wearing a hoodie and jeans.  Almost a minute passed when another girl show up behind us smiling large and overly happy. She was wearing a old fashioned light Blue polka dot dress with her hair in a high ponytail topped off with a matching bow. She greeted us and thanked us for coming shaking our hands complimenting both of us on different aspects of our outfits. After she left time seemed to speed up and soon the event was over and everyone was leaving. I slowly got up, not worrying about being late because my parents get off later and would pick me up then.  I went outside to see everyone off and the guy from earlier is standing nearby, every now and then glancing at me. He came over and asked if I wanted to hang out while I wait. I don't know what it was about him but I felt I could truly believe everything he says. We started walking and crossed a street and got seperated by a car, he waited and we continued on. As we approached the highway​we decided to take the tunnel that goes under because going over is a death wish. We were about 5 meters from the dark tunnel when growling and tearing noises could be heard. Obviously getting nervous and wondering why the tunnel had zero lights the guy and I moved closer together as if that would give us protection. As if that set off a reaction three large black wolves came barreling out of the tunnel, snarling at us. The world seemed to fall away as the tunnel and scenery disappeared to a narrow hallway. The guy and I were close together trying to back up from the approaching creatures. The wolves, scrambling overtop of eachother took chance of the little space and lept at my legs. The first wolf caught my ankle and dreagged me down, the second leaped over the fist and dug it's yellowed teath into my thigh. The last wolf was left angrily howling as it seemed he couldn't pass the other wolves. I'm screaming, calling for help from the guy who had earlier been so sweet and gentle. I'm looking at him, begging. He's staring at me. Not in a pity look or a look to give me hope. No. He's staring at me as if I'm a log in the fire. Slowly burning up, hissing and crackling. He's holding something, a needle in a stabbing motion he drives it into my chest. The last thing I saw was his blank stare while the scent of wet dog fills my nostrils. Waking up he's holding me, trying to help me into a sitting position. He's whispering, telling me to stay quiet or she'll find us. She? Who's she? I'm up, why am I up? I'm dizzy and disoriented. I don't know where I am or what happened. My legs hurt but it's a light pressure type of pain. I'm in a room that has curtain going from on wall to another that's just barely open. The guy is looking around in a frantic way, heading into the closed off side of the room. He'd been looking back at me every couple of seconds, hushing me gently while I babble, trying to find my own tongue. The second he passes into the second room he goes silent. It's not a gentle, comforting silence. It's the silence of a person hearing a family member died. The silence of a person who's had a lobotomy done to deny one the ability to speak. After a few moments he whispers "there's twelve oh my god there's twelve." At first I didn't understand his statement untill I managed to cross the curtain walking alike a new born doe. Legs shaking, feverish sweat dripping down my temple I made my way towards him. On the other side of the room was beds. Beds soon beds. Twelve to be exact. His statement coming true I felt myself start to panic as he turned, trying to push me back into the room whispering"don't look, don't look" although his comments. I couldn't look away. All the beds were occupied, twelve people for the twelve beds. The rancid scent of the room alone had my eyes watering and my heart racing. The twelve people are all in different times of rot, yet they are all alive. Half of the twelve are swinging their jaws around, half cut tongues barely lolling past their cracked lips. Two of the last six were pinned down, large straps across the torso. The worst part was that's all they were. Just torsos. Their arms and legs had been hacked off, and blood stained, yellow bandages were all that covered them. The final four had not only their tongues cut out but were also missing both arms and legs. Ever with tongues cut out their eyes were screaming. Screaming of the pain and attrocities they had witnessed. The two with tongues were screeching as though we had startled their deep sleep and they were upset toddlers. A woman is yelling, screaming to shut up the sudden amount of noise and activity in the room. It's almost as though she doesn't know we're here. He's pushing me, hiding me at the far end of the room behind part of the curtain. The musty smell perminates my nose, forever branding the scent into my brain. He's not hiding, he's standing, staring at the twelve people with the same blank stare he gave me before he stabbed me. It's her. Holy shit its her. It's the girl from the event but she isn't talking sweet and kind, she's having a fit at the guy about "letting her go." Shes  still wearing the light blue polka dot dress and her hair is still just as neat. He seems mostly indifferent, like he doesn't really care. This only fuels her rage and she slaps him leaving a red hand print on his cheek. My legs are on fire, I guess I truly have become a log in the fire as blood increasingly pools by my feet. I fear she will see yet she turns and storms out yelling how incompetent people are. He's noticed the blood and is pulling me out from behind the curtain and laying me on the floor to redo the bandages.