Chapter 5

They have promised that dreams can come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

-Oscar Wilde.

|I R I S|

The basement room where they locked me in is scary. The walls here are painted with the blood of people who died at the hands of this monster.

The air around me is suffocating and it is hard to stay calm when you can hear the piercing scream of another person from a few rooms away. I wonder how he is getting treated and how old he is. I wonder what he did to be here.

Hugging my knees to my chest, I pushed myself in one deep corner of the room. Right now taking every next breath feels like a bliss. Because I don't know when would I stop E breathing and it would all end here without me achieving all I wanted to in my life.

Just because I thought I had enough time.

The room isn't completely dark but the only source of light in this death trap is the ray of light that is reaching to me through the small window. And, I have suddenly grown paranoid of dark.

"Are you okay?" Suddenly a voice out of no where made me flinch at my place. My eyes moved towards the window where a man with dark brown hairs is standing and his blue eyes are focused on me.

I remember him from those three guys who live with the monster. I couldn't help the way my heart beat increased and it became difficult to breath when the thought of dying right here at this moment hit me.

Is he here to kill me?

Will he torture me first?

Or, would it be a sudden death?

Hundred of questions raced through my mind and there was no answer to any of them. Just fear, the fear of loosing everything without even getting it was enveloping me.

"Hey, don't be scared. It's okay." He tried to assure me in the softest voice he could manage to speak in. But it is hard to believe the friends of the monster himself, they have to be as demoniac as him.

His small blue eyes narrowed in concern but I couldn't believe the concern in his eyes while the only thing that okayed in my mind is that I am here to be killed.

"I am Rowan." He introduced himself when a long breath escaped my lips after trying to breath for so long.

"Just calm down, please." He pleaded and despite my mind telling me otherwise I let my heart lead my actions as I relaxed, letting go of knees.

"W-why are you h-here?" I managed to speak with my shaky breathing. Resting his hands on the window he looked back at me.

"Just to make sure you're okay." He said, softly. I know I shouldn't believe him. For the 50% part I don't. But the remaining 50% of my heart is forcing me to believe his words and concern.

"Why would you do that?" I questioned as my eyes narrowed at him in confusion.

Don't let them fool you, Iris.

Don't let them use you, Iris.

I repeated in my head while talking to the man with blue eyes, Rowan, as he said.

"It wasn't your fault." He mumbled loud enough for me to catch. My mind went back to the night when Ray died while begging me to save him.

He shot him right in his head and the blood splattered all around from his cracked skull. He was lying in the pool of his own blood when I ran away from there.

Tell this to that monster of a person.

Tell him to leave me.

Tell him to let me go.

Tell him to let me live.

I wanted to scream all these words to Rowan but kept my mouth shut. The fear of dying inside me isn't letting me voice my thoughts. It isn't letting me speak.

I didn't realised that my eyes turned glossy until a tear slipped down my cheek. I immediately wiped it away hoping it goes unnoticed by him.

Don't look weak, Iris.

Don't let them think you're weak, Iris.

"I will bring you dinner." Rowan informed me before he walked away from my sight leaving me alone, again, in the dark room with a ray of light that does nothing to calm my panic and my mind that I so desperately want to escape right now.

Thr thoughts of my parents waiting for me at home right now crossed my mind. What would they be thinking? Would they find out that I'm here? I don't know what would go through their mind when they will find out that their only daughter disappeared from their life without a word.

Would they think of me as a bad daughter?

Would they be fine without me?

I don't know what to do anymore other than letting the tears threatening to fall down move freely down my cheek when no one is watching me.

My mind is a mess right now. I am not capable of sleeping without the nightmares of last night waking me up with sweaty body and fastened heart beat like it would stop anytime, now.

I never knew that surviving alone with my mind would become such difficult task for me one day. Someone has really said it right that human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.

I don't even know why I am not dead yet. I was brought here to dead, right? So, why am I getting asked about my state and served dinner as if I came here by my will as a guest?

This is complicated and the questions in my head are getting tangled with each other creating a headache. My head feels like someone is poking needles from inside my skull.

I laid down in the same corner I was sitting in and closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep and forget about everything that is happening in a hope to wake up with everything back to alright and it being nothing more than a nightmare.

"Your dinner is here." Were the last words I heard before my eyes drifted off to another place of it's own and nothing from the surroundings could be heard, anymore.