Broken Walls-By Susan Thomas

I sat there tied to a metal chair with leather straps. The thickness of the straps left little hope of wiggling free. I was in a huge, run down, barren room that appeared to be a warehouse of some sort. A warehouse that had long ago been abandoned. Five feet directly across from me was my sister Abby also strapped to a chair.
We found ourselves here after being chloroformed by some weird guy who blocked our path with a van on our way home. Now here we were. My sister was panicked like any other normal rational person. The crazy weird guy was just pacing back and forth while mumbling to himself.
I on the other hand hadn't really bothered to really look at my attacker or to pay to close attention to my sister I was to concerned with myself. I had harbored a dark secret for years. I had always wanted to kill someone. The urge had always been there. Just beneath the surface. When I was a teen I took that dark part of myself and walled it up inside of me.
In the situation I was in every fiber of my being was screaming that it was kill or be killed. I was happy to be here. I was happy that someone was giving me an excuse to finally give in to this urge I'd been fighting for so many years.

I could hear the walls inside me begin to crumble as the deranged man came towards me. My ears were filled with the sounds of a crumbling brick wall and my mind was swarming with wonderfully bloody ways to kill the man that stood before me. As I became lost in it I smiled.
"Why are you smiling! Have you heard a word," shouted the man as his demanding voice forced me to listen.
"Sorry. Thinking of a happy place," I said quietly.
He smirked and slapped me across the face. I felt a rage begin to build inside of me.
"I was saying I'm willing to let one of you go. All you have to do is kill your sister. Your sister here has already said no. While you were in your happy place. Do this and prove to me you deserve to live. Show me how much you want to live," he said inches from my face.
I said nothing and just stared at him blankly. I couldn't move. The crashing of the walls inside was overpowering and had me paralyzed. I was in awe of it and terrified of the thing I had locked up inside.
"I guess that's a yes. So Abby I guess you love your sister more than she loves you."
I felt him undoing my leather straps and heard my sister burst into tears. I felt him place a knife in my hand. I gripped it and fell to the floor and began to cough.
I couldn't stop coughing. Soon chunks of black goo began to spew from my mouth. Then chunks of brick came out with the the black goo. I felt myself disappearing a little at a time.  Till I found myself in a dark place. I was in a barren metal cell with a window. Through the window I saw myself. The self I locked up years ago. The part of me I had been trying to keep locked up was free.
"Oh it feels good to let go. Being a goody two shoes is not my style. Time for fun," I said. Then I watched as I turned at lightening speed and slit the man's throat. He grabbed his throat in shock and fell to the floor and I watched him bleed to death.
Then I walked over to my sister. She was overjoyed with tears in her eyes.
"I knew you wouldn't kill me. I knew you loved me," she cried.
"Of course I love you," I said in a eerie voice,"but I'm not going to kill you. He killed you. I simply avenged your death dear sister."
I then was forced to watch as my dark self went to work on my defenseless sister. Soon she was so carved and deformed she barely resembled a human. She died two hours into the torture. My dark self strung her up from the rafters for everyone to see. Then stabbed herself three times in the stomach and ran.
We were found half dead by a stranger and portrayed as a hero to all the papers. I have now reversed roles with my dark half. Somehow I let her win and take control. Now I'm in a stronger cell and I can only hope that one day I'll have an opportunity to seize control once more. Hopefully someone stops me before to many people die.