Silent Intentions

Chapter 10

I opened my eyes. Where was Chad? The memories that were blurred by my intense headache, soon began to clear and I then started to tear up a bit. He's gone. I had lost Chad. My head went down and I started to cry into the pillow under my head. Then the memory came back to me. The blood that was splattered on the walls, floor, everywhere. Then of course, there was the table. The wobbling metal table that had the weight of chads mutilated body. Every memory came back...except for falling asleep in the bed I awoke in. The last thing I remembered was passing out and seeing the person; the one that killed Chad. The one who crept towards me as my vision went blurry.

I laid down and buried my head in the pillow that my head was placed in. I heard Chelsea and Sam's light breathing as they slept in the corner. The thought Chad was dead was really hard for me to process. I mean what if he wasn't dead? Then again, he was pretty dead when I saw him.

I wiped the stream of tears from my eyes and sat up. I needed to tell Sam and Chelsea. Walking over to the water, I picked the bottle up and swirled it in a circular motion. Why is it foggy! The water was getting foggier and foggier by the second. I set the bottle down and walked over to the other ones. They were crystal clear. Something was wrong with my water and I was having trouble functioning my own brain. It has to be a drug. I must have been drugged before I went to sleep. Who is so stupid that they used something that visible to drug me.

Chelsea turned and snuggled up to Sam, who had his arms around her. I can't tell them until I figure it out what's going on for myself. How do you even tell someone facts that you yourself don't even know? The powder must have been a drug? But for what? That was another question to go with the rest that came attached to the note.

My curiosity and sadness took over me that second. "I'm going to find this prick." I growled under my breath. He took someone I loved away and then drugged me on top of it. I was furious about this. I walked through the door and down the hall to room 72 where I had found the body of Chad. I didn't hesitate to open the door this time. I opened it and walked in with a strong weight of anxiety. But what I saw not only terrified me, but it boosted curiosity, sadness, anger, and pain.

The boy on the table was not Chad. It was an attractive, similar looking teenager. I felt like a complete idiot. "What?" I started to become angry. What the hell is this? I didn't recognize the boy but I knew there was a mistake and/or a misunderstanding. The hopeless feeling that surrounded me was almost unbearable. It felt as if there was a large crowd around me screaming all of my faults at the top of their lungs. They were mocking me. Mocking my every move. Laughing and cursing my name. The only thing that I could do, was wonder why all of this was so confusing. And of coarse, right on time, the note was spotted. I guess it was more of a blessing in my opinion. I grabbed it and started reading the short little "tip"

Why leave your friends alone? They could be dead when you get back.

Crap. I started running to the room where I was suddenly stopped by darkness and pain. I think I was just hit in the head. I wasn't panicked about the hit, but was worried about what would happen to the others. I had lost one already, I wasn't losing the rest. I woke up a few hours later...I think/guess. I was in a dark room with nobody else. I couldn't even think straight without my mind going back to the thought that Chelsea and Sam could be dead on the floor somewhere; brutally murdered in their sleep. Hell, they didn't even have to be on the floor. Judging by the body of the boy on the table, the person responsible for the blood shed probably wouldn't think twice about hanging them off the roof for the world to see.

I sat up and looked around at nothing but blackness. I heard small, quiet scratches around me but didn't really know what the source was. I just knew that there was absolutely nothing in sight. It was like I had my eyes closed and several bandanas were wrapped around my eyes. I was honestly worried. I then heard a smooth rhythm of clicking. It sounded as is if someone was taking a tweezers or some kind of metallic material and tapping it against another.

I was agitated and frightening by the noise when I realized there was a door and someone was trying to get in. The loud click then sounded. They were in and a blinding light stabbed through the darkness. I shut my eyes and fell back crying. I didn't want to die before I could make sure that Chelsea and Sam were okay. I heard footsteps and sat with my hands over my eyes. I knew I was a coward for doing it, but I wasn't ready to reveal the person responsible for death and destruction. There was no choice allowing me to keep my eyes sealed shut, so I opened them. I felt nothing for a second, but was immediately brought into a slight then chaotic wave of confused, joyous, unsure, shocked, relief, anger, and another feeling that I couldn't think of as sip as I saw who it was. They crouched down and grabbed my hands. Then one hand went to my chin and lifted it up. "I'm not going anywhere yet." My eyes watered all over again. "I promise." I let a tear roll down my cheek. "I love you"