My Life in Hell

Chapter One
There it was again. That sound of the god awful chains. That meant he would be here soon. I tense waiting in terror as the door creaks open. Five years of this and I was stilled scared stiff every time he came. I hear that threating laughter. A shiver runs down my spine as I fight the urge to scream. When you scream it gets him more excited. So I sit in silent terror waiting, always waiting.
He steps in. Clad in black jeans and a black t-shirt. In his hand my damnation. That knife which eternally haunts my dreams. I let out a squeak knowing what torture lays in my near future. A single tear runs down my cheek as if it were escaping this nightmare without me. He pulls up my shirt to reveal my stomach and places the knife there. The second the cold blade touches my scar filled skin I faint. My body knows the coming torment and places me into a blissful sleep.
When I awake all is peacefully still. As I sit up I feel the pain of new and burning cuts. I let the tears fall now crying out to god. Pray he will hear me and set me free. Suddenly I hear a sound that I haven’t heard in what seems to be an eternity. The sound of another human crying. Another girl.
“Hello?” I call softly. The crying stops instantly. I wait, always wait. “Who’s there?” I call a little bit louder this time. Still no reply. I shift myself so I could look around the room. I look around my tiny cell and see that I am alone. That’s when I see her. There curled in a corner. Dressed as I in a black shirt and skirt and tied to the wall like some animal. She looked like me. Black hair, pale skin and a small build. Her hair is shoulder length where as mine is now waist length. “What’s your name?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“Jasmine” she replies. I can hear the tears in her voice. She looks up and I realize that she has the same deep black eyes as I do. Curiosity blazes through me. Who was this girl? Where did he find her?
“Where are you from?”I ask now a little louder.
“Grand Forks” she says in a baffled voice. I lean against the wall. When did he leave and go to Grand Forks? What drew him there? How did he find this girl?
“How old are you?”I question
“15” she replies. The same age as I am. Why did he get a new girl? “What’s your name?” Her turn to question.
“My name is….” I stutter to a stop. I hear the chains again. He was coming. “No, not this soon.” I started to panic. I push myself against the wall. Trying to blend in and go unseen. The door creaks open and he laughs. Jasmine screams. He steps in. He was wearing the same thing as earlier. He pulls out the knife and turns his back to me. Then it hits me, he wasn’t here for me. He was here to break in Jasmine.
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About an hour later he was gone again and Jasmine was unconscious. I was sore and tired because Jasmine broke really easy. I had put up more of a fight. I look over and the girl passed out against the opposite wall and sighed. She was so innocent looking, she didn’t deserve being down here. She should be up with the sun and living world. Down here was like deaths world. It’s cold, damp and gray. We are shackled to the walls with ropes. I won’t pretend to understand why he keeps us down here but he must be really twisted. For the third time today I hear the chains signaling his coming. This time I wasn’t worried though. He always lets me shower after making me bleed. He gives you clean cloths and locks you in the bath room for an hour.
This time he bangs the door open making Jasmine jump. He walks across the room and unties me. He hands me my cloths and leads me to the bathroom. He gives me a quick smile and locks the door. I turn the hot water on high and strip of the grimy cloths. I step into the hot droplets which feel like little needles poking me all over. I sigh and let the water wash off all the dirt and blood that had caked to my skin. I mechanically rub soup all over my body, rinse off then wash my hair. When I’m done with that I shave my legs and armpits. I’m reluctant to leave this warm safe heaven. I hear a knock signaling that I have five minutes and then he’s coming in.
I shiver as I stand naked and dripping on the carpet. I dry off with haste and rip the brush through my hair. I pull on all the cloths and knock on the door. I hear the lock turning and I am lead back down the warm hall to the stairway to Hell. When I get back he has me untie Jasmine and help her to the bathroom. I help her strip then leave the bathroom. He has me sit in a chair outside of the bathroom and wait. I keep my eyes focused on my feet. I hear the water turn off and go in to help her get back dressed. He leads us both back down to Hell and does something rare. He hands me three bottles of nail polish. A bottom coat, black and a top coat. I stare at this treasure and smile. He Leaves and when he closes the door I motion to Jasmine to sit next to me.
“By the way, my name is Ivy.” I say calmly as I take her hand and start to paint her nails.