Amazing Grace (Resurrection) by Elizabeth Davies

Author:Elizabeth Davies [Davies, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

When I came to, I was lying face down in my cell. Awareness came slowly; first there was pain. Every part of me hurt, some bits more than others. My shoulder and ribs were on fire, and I realised I was still bound with my hands behind my back. My face was pressed into the dirt floor, and I turned my head in order to breathe more easily. I no longer felt cold physically, and knew I was probably suffering from hypothermia, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care: the coldness in my heart and soul was overwhelming. I had a Roman-shaped hole inside me, and a total dread of what I was about to face. Dear God, I was going to be burned alive. The agony would be indescribable, and horror flooded through my already overloaded mind.

I prayed it would be over swiftly, and then I thought of my family. What would happen to my body? Would one of my parents find me burned to a crisp on the kitchen floor? Or would I simply just be dead when they came home? I begged God for the latter. I didn’t want them to face any more heartache. My death would be enough for them to have to cope with, without having to deal with an apparent case of spontaneous combustion.

I thought I was reconciled, to a certain extent at least, to the knowledge I would die in a few short months, but nothing could have prepared me for such a horrific death. I imagined gradually slipping away, becoming less and less me as the tumour stole more and more of my personality. I had foreseen hospitals and tubes and increasing doses of morphine as my brain succumbed to the alien growth within it. At no time had I imagined being burned to death. Who could?

I had no idea how much time I had left to me, but sounds from beyond the bars of my cell let me know my accusers were busy building the mother of all bonfires. I tried not to think about that. It would be soon enough to face that particular reality.

Instead I thought about Roman. I still refused to believe he had abandoned me. He must have some plan for getting me out of here. I clung to the hope he hadn’t really left, that he was simply distracting people from his real purpose. Jeremiah must be in on the plot. Still, if he was planning on rescuing me, sooner rather than later would be better for me. He was cutting it a bit fine. Now would be an ideal opportunity: I was alone in my cell, and he would run the least risk of being seen if he did it now. What was he waiting for?

Time hung motionless as I tried to deal with my pain, both physical and emotional. I thought I might have drifted in and out of consciousness but I wasn’t really sure. I was in a no-man’s land,

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