Our Mental Love

Chapter 19

They place me on a table forcefully. I shut my eyes quickly, pretending I'm asleep. "Umm guys," a man says and his voice is surprisingly gentle. Another man shouts in annoyance. "WHATTT!!" The man with the gentle voice jumps and moves toward me. "What do we do with him? He's not the girl that's all crazy or anything. We don't know what to do with this boy."

I look up a little making sure I don't look awake and the rude, shouting man rolls his eyes ruder than you ever thought possible.

"Listen. The girl likes him. If we hurt him it will be like hurting her." The gentle man does a low "Ohhhh." He looks at me and my eyes close shut a tad bit too late.

"HE'S AWAKE! HE HEARD US SPEAK!" The man points at me like a little kid pointing at a dead raccoon. He even jumps a little.

The other rude man comes to me and puts a hard finger at my chest. "Gam, lock him up."

The gentle man grabs me by my wrist and handcuffs me. He holds my wrists and "Gam's" face looks excited.

"You know boy. This is my first ever mission!" He jumps around excitedly and I stare ahead. No wonder the rude man rolls his eyes at him. "Gam" is happier than a rainbow filled with colorful fairies and unicorns. He jumps around more and sings "My first missionnnn" again and again and again. I widen my eyes in annoyance. Geez. This man does not shut up!

He jumps all around the Galloway and literally I can run away right now. We pass by a steel door with the label K. Hart. Hart? That's sounds awful familiar. I continue to walk annoyed. K. Hart. Geez. Why so familiar? I think in the back of my brain. The man dances around and once grabs my hand to dance with me but I push him forcefully to the wall. He steps back and walks sadly. Then he starts singing and dancing all over again.

I want to punch his vocal cords out. Hart? Hart? HART!!! THE NEWSPAPER! KOWA'S MOTHER!! KAE HART!!

I run away from the man and it takes him long to realize I ran off. He turns around and runs to me but runs slow. My feet are pounding and pounding against the cold concrete floor. I reach the steel door and pound it. Hard. My fist instantly feels pain and I cry a little. I look at the lock and notice a card holder. I touch it with my fingers and I look at the man. He has a bat in his hand and a gun in another. He fiddles with the gun and points it at himself. He starts to press on the trigger but he realizes it facing him.

He screams a little and drops the gun. I go for it. I run and run. I slide on my right leg hoping I'll get the gun swiftly. I epically fail and bump into the man's legs and cause him to tumble on me. He falls and his weight collapses on me. I groan and push him off. He struggles to stand up and I run for the gun. It flew down the hall when attempting to slide.

I grab it and my hand fits so well on the gun's handle. I stare at it and examine it. Oh geez. I breath in and the man runs to me, panting so heavily. I point the gun at him. He doesn't make a sound or movement. He moves a step forward.

Click.

He steps backward and almost trips. "Please don't make me do this." I say to him viciously.

He looks up to me on the ground and his palms are pressed to the floor. He lifts himself higher with his elbows.

The man gulps and slides slowly on his bottom to the left side of the hallway. I walk to him and stick out a hand. The gun is pointed straight at his temple. I don't know how something this wrong can make me feel so good and powerful. The man hands me a card and I nod. He starts to sit up.

"Thanks." I run to the door and slip the card in. I pull the handle and it's still locked. I slip the card in again. The handle's still locked. I look at the man and he's gone. I slam my forehead against the door and my hair falls in my eyes a little. How could I be so stupid? I clench my fists. I punch the door and I her metal to metal. The gun. Yes.

I step back to the opposite side and aim as best as I could at the handle. I shoot it but the force of the gun causes the bullet to shoot the door. It bounces off the door and was inches from hitting me.

I try again and it somewhat hits the handle. I try again and the handle breaks. I pull it out and it actually comes off easily.

I start to open the door but then a deep thought hits me.

Why am I fighting for a girl I barely know? And, why is she fighting for me?

I pull my hand out slowly from the loop that held the handle. I place my forehead on the door. Geez. I can't believe I'm risking my life for a girl that I've know for only a few weeks.

I step away and decide to open the door. Might as well be a hero anyway. I slowly open it and the sight is like another person. My body is frozen. Oh geez.