Death in room 14

Chapter 17

Ch. 17

--Damian--

The only thing I could hear besides the dull ringing of the bullet was the spaztec rhythm that was my heart. I felt a thin hand place itself on my shoulder and the straps on my arms loosened. Curiosity getting the best of me, I opened my eyes and released a chocked sob at the sight.

Erwin was crumbled on the ground and starring wide eyed at the ceiling; blood pooling around his head like a gory halo.

As I was being led out of the room, I glanced back threw my tears at my dead brother to see a woman leaning over him, closing his eyes.

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I had been blindfolded and gagged again. Someone was leading me to an unknown place but it felt as if I had been walking in circles for hours. Perhaps I had but at this point I honestly didn't care enough to question it.

Both of my siblings were dead, causing my parents to loose yet another child. I didn't know if my friends were okay and I could possibly never see Jen again.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt tears begin to cascade down my cheeks. She honestly meant everything to me and she wouldn't even get to know what had happened.

"We're hear," a gruff voice said, calling me back to reality.

The person harshly shoved me against a wall and I could hear him receding down the hall as I slide down to the floor. I start ramming my shoulder against the wall trying to get someone's attention. At some point later on during the night I heard a door slam open and a voice start to shout something about sleeping when he got very quite.

"...Damian?" An obvious male voice asked as if he wasn't sure. I frantically nod my head and felt relief sweep over me.

Only when he placed his hand in my shoulder did I realize I was still slamming it into the motel wall. As he released my hands I took off my blindfold to see that the man was Connies husband, Michael.

Not even giving me the choice to walk on my own, he gathered me up in his arms and began walking briskly toward what I figured was my room. I could see him visa my grimace at how light and bony I was. "Michael," my voice was barely audible even to myself,"how long have I been gone?" he looked down with a sympathetic face,

" Almost two months."

If I were my normal self my jaw would have dropped. I figured it had only been a month and a half at the most, including the time I was out. I mean I don't even know if Rico and Rafael are still in California. I wouldn't blame them if they went back home.

My mind was swarming with what ifs and buts but the one thing that wouldn't leave my thoughts was Erwin's lifeless form crumbled on the ground, bathing in his own blood. I felt a lump form in my throat and my body began shaking.

Michael started to walk faster, almost in a jog. Reaching room 14, he started rapping his fist on the door as hard as he could. It was soon opened by a sleep deprived Rico who quickly started shouting for something(or someone) when he realized who it was. My vision began to blur and spin as if I was on one of the Tea cup rides in Disney-world. The last thing I remember seeing was blonde hair before everything went black.