Page 77 of Ezekiel
Blackness.
Fear.
Ice cold fear that sunk so deeply into my bones I felt my dinner lurch in my stomach.
“RED!” I screamed. “RED. RED. RED. RED.”
The voices battered and rammed violently against every corner of my mind, barreling into and breaking open parts of me I did not know existed. Parts of me that had lain hidden all this time. I could hear nothing else. Nothing but them. The men. Their voices. Their hands.
I didn’t notice buds coming out of my ears, or the rope being cut away from my hands.
“RED! RED! RED!” I screamed.
Bright lights danced behind my eyes as the blindfold was lifted off. My eyes flashed open and darted around the room in a panic, not really seeing anything. I could only think one thought, one word that exploded through my head like a bomb. RUN.
And I ran.
My feet slapped against the bare wooden floor as I leaped off the table. I flailed violently to get away. I could hear nothing except their voices. Screaming through my mind as loud as a freight train.
The doorknob was cold in my hand as I turned it, pushing myself out into the night’s sky.
No more brightness.
Cold, crunching snow beneath my feet as I ran.
And I ran.
And ran.
Stinging slices of evergreen needles whipped against my arms and legs.
I ran.
The voices didn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t ever stop.
“HEY!” The loud, booming voice assaulted my senses, pulling me back into harsh reality. The shape of a man stood there in the snowy shadows, barely visible in the trees except for the moonlight that illuminated his massive form.
I screamed. I screamed until my throat felt shredded and bleeding.
And then nothing.
Cold. Black. Nothing.
Voices. The men’s voices, but now they were different. I wasn’t cold. No, there was a softness wrapped around my body, keeping me warm. The light was dim, but not black, as my eyes fluttered open. I was facing a wall. A paneled wall I had never seen before.
But there were voices.
One I didn’t recognize. But one I did.
“What the fuck happened, Zeke?!” the unknown man’s voice whispered out harshly.
“I have no idea, Kai.” That one was Zeke. My husband. My mind was fuzzy, hazy, as though I were in a half sleep state. Where was I?
My brain struggled to put the pieces together. I felt strange. I felt off. I felt… not okay.
