Living with dying

REMORSE

My eyes brimmed with tears, looking back at a Kyle laying on the ground.My soul shudders at the thought of him dying and I clench my chest.
I have no words to spit at Archreon nor the will to do so, so I let my head fall and occupy the space beside me. I curl myself into a ball right there, in the back seat.

I shut my eyes, desperate for an escape.
After a moment I manage to utter something out."W-Where are you taking me?" I asked in exhaustion.
No reply.
He just kept on driving, said nothing, made no sound....just drove.
Exhaustion crept in and I let myself get consumed by the darkness slumber provided.

>>>

I wake up on a bed, I look around the venue trying to make out where I am. It seems to be a motel but Archreon is nowhere to be seen. I try to get off the bed but something pulls me back as I get on my feet. Ofcourse, the bastard cuffed me to the bed.
I look for something to use so I can get myself loose.
Opening the drawers of the bedside cabinet harshly, I slowly get more and more fearful and start breathing heavily because of no success.

Taking deep breaths to calm myself down I think of other ways to free myself.
I hesitate shortly before I dislocate my thumb and slip my hand out of the cuffs.
Moaning in pain I look down at my thumb that will soon be swollen.
I quickly get off the bed and run towards the door. Hissing because it is locked I look around the room once again for any tool that can help me break out but there's nothing.

Hesitating once more I choose to wait for him behind the door and attack him when he comes in.
A few minutes later footsteps sound behind the door and I stand up from the floor. Vase in hand I pant in panic, just a few more seconds.
He unlocks the door and I time him, he walks in, puzzled as the figure he'd left in bed is no longer there.
He takes two more steps towards the bed and I smash the vase to his head.

He falls on his knees and his hand moves to feel the back of his head. Blood staining his fingers his dark orbs stare into mine with so much hate a lump forms in my throat.
Knowing what is to come next I rush out of the room and run away.
Within less than a minute, a gunshot sounds through my ears and I buckle at the sudden stinging sensation in my left leg.

He shot me.
I fall to the ground but I keep going nevertheless.
I look back every now and then to find him still standing by the door, just watching me, interested in seeing how far I'll go.
"Help me....please!" I yell from the top of my lungs. My soul tears by the second as there seems to be no response to my cry for help. "Give up Winter! No one cares around here. I could kill you right in the middle of the street and NO ONE WILL CARE!"
I use the wall to stand up and use my right leg to move faster. As if worried that I could actually escape, he rushes towards me. I increase my pace as he increases his. He quickly catches up to me and stands infront of me.
"Are you going to remain stubborn or should I pick you up and take you back?"

"I would rather die" I hiss before continuing my struggle.
I take a few more steps before turning at a corner, an unwelcoming staircase staring at me. I look down at my injured leg and anxiously question myself if I should atleast try to get down.

"You don't listen, do you?" He arches a brow at me.
I stare at him in annoyance before gasping in defeat and opening my arms, gesturing for him to pick me up. He picks me up bridal style and I dread every second of it as he takes me back to the room. I get a chance to silently examine my kidnapper's features. Archreon has grey eyes with pale skin, not the frightening pale, no...the admirable type of pale skin with pitch black hair to complement his eyes.

His features tell you he is the kind of guy you would go for because he appears decent, only to find that he is your worst nightmare.

He sets me on the bed and stands back, eyeing me before handing me a tuna sandwich. "Eat" he voices.
"Why are you being so....civil?" I question puzzled. He looks up at me and murmurs something so low that I almost miss it.
"Well.....I am at my lowest" he says with a mournful expression.
"I'm still going to kill you, I'm just not in the mood to be vile and all right now"

A knock on the door sounds right after he shuts his mouth.