The Cold Ones

The end?

I woke up to the sound of a tap dripping in a small box room. My eyes slowly open as i see my arms tied above me to the rusty pipes. My head begins to bang like a drum as blood drips down my face, splashes onto my white vest and drips helplessly onto my leg. Quickly, my eyes begin to scan the room confused of where am at. I sigh as all i see is rusty tiles and a smashed mirror facing me.
'HELLO?' I cough, trying to use everything I have left to at least here a voice or a sign.

I don't want to be the last face I see before I take my last breath. Painfully, I watch the tap near the mirror drip onto the smashed rusty tiles and into the middle of the floor. Suddenly, I hear a crackle coming from the corner of the room, I squint my eyes to try and make out what the noise could be. But the corner buries in darkness...

"I HEAR YOU, I SEE YOU' I growl, looking into the corner of nothing. I want them to know whatever it is i'm not scared of what I may face or what I may see. Slowly, a tall shadow steps forward, the broken tiles crackle beneath his shoes. I don't take my eyes of the corner as I watch a figure appear. There stood a tall man, with jet black hair, his eyes are ice blue and his face pale as snow. I examine him as he rolls up his white sleeves on his shirt not even looking at my existence. His white top had splashes of blood, he has black trousers and chunky black steel boots. He begins to look up and our eyes lock. My mouth slowly opens as i see blood smeared on his face, and his eyes told a story of anger and regret. The tall man gives a mysterious smirk. he begins to walk closer to me, slowly picking up his pace, as the crunches of tiles became heavier on his boots. He stands over my helpless body and his smile drops. I feel the coldness in his presence as his face begins to tense. His jaw locks angrily, as he spits on my face. I froze with fear, but I couldn't take my eyes of him...I'm distracted by his intoxicating scent as a sorrow tear rolls of my cheek and blends in with the blood on my vest.

"HOW COULD YOU? I FUCKING LOVED YOU!'' The man growls angrily as he turned and punches the tiles. He held his hand there as he watches the blood quickly drip from his knuckles and travels down his arm.

"HOW FUCKING COULD YOU" He repeats, as he punches the wall again. Before I could even breathe to his question he grabs me by the throat, I felt his grip getting tighter as he grits his teeth. I begin losing breath, kicking my legs aimlessly as he lifts me of the floor with no mercy in his sapphire eyes. I close my eyes knowing I was about to fade into darkness anytime soon.

I promise I wanted to save him...But this is not how i pictured everything to end. Here is how my story started with, the cold ones.