Die Trying

            Light crept through the boards on the windows as Jess laid on the bed motionless zoning into the obsess. It was becoming easier to just feel nothing and numb herself.  The creep offered her some eggs and a burnt piece of toast.  She remained motionless but watched as he placed it on the side table.

“Come on now, you gotta be starving.  At least have some water.” He lifted her up and she felt like a rag doll.  She let him give her water and some of it ran down her chin, she didn’t bother to try to catch it.

“Ahem. What’s your name?” She asked.

            He looked amazed she would ask.

“Well pretty girl. You're looking at the one and only Jedd Parson!” He threw his arms up like he was declaring himself the winner of some game.

“Jedd.” She pulled herself up as best she could. “My names Jess…I would really like to go home.”  She waited for him to raise a fist again.  But instead, he stood picked up the plate of eggs and put it on her lap.

“You need to eat.” He demanded.

            She could tell her plea was being ignored. She had to come up with something to give herself time to escape.  She also needed to figure out where the hell she was so she knew where she needed to go.

“I, uhm.  I’m dairy sensitive.  I can’t have eggs.” She handed him the plate.

He tossed the toast on her lap.

“Eat it.”  He demanded.

“I’m not-” He interrupted her.

“EAT IIIT!” He spit as he screamed and it made her chin quiver.  She took a bite.

“Do you think I could have more pain medicine please?” She was trying to make him feel like she was growing comfortable.

“Well of course darlin’, I would be much obliged.” He reached into the side table and pulled out the syringe and liquid.  She didn’t fight him this time in fact, she welcomed the escape. 

            The days went on like this and Jess counted five sunrises. Her parents would be home from their trip by now.  They would have reported her as missing and no doubt be out searching for her.  This gave her hope.  Every chance Jess got she put more weight on her injured leg.

            On the fifth night she managed to painfully remove the shackle from her leg.  She had lost a bit of weight and it was work but, she managed to free her leg.  She let out a quiet cry of relief.  Jedd never left her alone so she had no idea where he kept his keys.

            She attempted to stand completely on her leg and instantly felt the worst pain imaginable.  It took all of her to not cry out in pain or throw herself back on the bed.  She gimped over to the night stand and quietly slid the door open.  She had never given a shot before in her life.  She put just a little bit in the needle and pushed the air out like she had seen Jedd do.  Quickly she administered it to herself.  She had managed to build up somewhat of an intolerance to it over the past week so it didnt make her to groggy.

Don’t go to sleep. Don’t go to sleep.

Jedd moaned a bit and rolled over. Her heart dropped and she froze.

She looked at him and then the vial.

You will have to be fast Jess.

            Without even considering the amount she was inserting into the syringe, she filled it about half way. Hesitation hit her and she put a little more. 

Maybe it will kill him.

             Jess instantly felt sick to her stomach it was now or never.  Limping to the other side of the bed she gently touched his arm, he didn’t move much.  He had grown use to her being next to him.  She knew the needle would wake him.  But, hoped it would slow him down enough for her to get out of the cabin.  He never locked the door.  Jess assumed it was because she was injured and chained to the bed.  He didn’t think she would make it to the door.

            Jess took a deep breath and shoved the needle in quickly and pushed hard and fast.  Jedd’s eyes popped open.  He stumbled up, out of bed, and back-handed her so hard she hit the fireplace mantel.  Her world was spinning but she was still conscious.  Jedd grabbed her by her hair and threw her on the ground.  He was moving really slow but, he was still quick enough to get on top of an injured, drugged, Jess.  His hands found her throat and Jess tried to pry his fingers off.  She couldn’t breathe.  Fumbling she found the shackle and with all her might cracked him in the face with it.  Blood sprayed her face.  The blow was enough to send him off of her.

            “You fucking BITCH!” He was struggling to find his feet; the drugs must have been kicking in.

            Jess was going to get out of here or she was going to die trying.  The latter may be more realistic.  She climbed to her feet and let out a scream of pain.  She limped frantically for the front door and threw it open.  Jedd followed staggering across the room.

            She made a half ass attempt to run for the truck her leg dragging behind her like one of those dogs you feel sorry for.  She thought she heard Jedd puking, maybe she had overdosed him.  She made it to the driver’s side and saw the keys sitting on the seat.

            “Oh my god, thank you.” She was crying at this point and went to open the door.  She felt a force at the back of her head and her eye socket hit the metal frame of the truck.

“AHHHHH!” She screamed as she reared her head back as hard as she could into his face. 

             That bought her enough time to open the door. She threw it open with purpose and nailed a bent over Jedd right in the head.  He fell on his ass and she scrambled with the keys putting the truck into drive.  Jedd grabbed the door and she punched it, the weight of him hanging and the force of her speed caused the door to slam and something flew in her lap.  She left a screaming Jedd in the dust and looked down to see it was his finger that was laying in her lap.  She tossed it in the seat and pissed herself.  She had no idea where she was going but she drove like she did. She took a right at the main road and kept driving.