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Chapter 16; Kamren & Jay

Chapter 16; Kamren & Jay

When I thought about death before, I guess I imagined that I would go in my sleep, peacefully, after living a full life with a bunch of pretty babies, and maybe even grandchildren. I didn't ever think that things would be like this. Painful, slow, kind of excruciating. I never imagined that I would be stuck in what I think is the basement of a creepy guy's house that bit me and is making me die in this room by myself. 

My body hurt everywhere. My ear had started and stopped bleeding a couple times, and I couldn't even think strait anymore. I focused most of my time on memories with Audrey, Alayna, and Dylan. Then of course my mind kept wandering to Jay. What was he doing right now? Was he getting along with Danny, trying to get Layne and I out? I guess I would never really know. I can barely move these days. They brought in food every morning and night, but I only had a couple bites before abandoning it. I didn't feel hungry. I felt like crying. And sometimes going to the bathroom. Which wasn't very often. I didn't ask for anything, except for paint at one point, but some girl whose name I didn't bother learning always brought be to the bathroom across the hall twice a day.

I stared at the ceiling, my eyes blinking as they tried to focus on one thing. They had brought in paint, at my request, and I spent my time doodling on the walls. Of course I wasn't as good as Rapunzel from Tangled, but I thought they came out okay.  I  drew my friends, first Alayna with Danny. She had her back faced toward him, a smirk on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. He was just staring at her lovingly, his hands in his pockets. Then I drew Dylan and Hayden. They were holding hands, and Hayden was kissing Dylan's cheek. Then I drew Audrey and Jay. Audrey was sitting under a tree, reading a book. She looked sad, like she did in real life. Jay was last to draw because it just made me so upset to know that he could feel the pain I was feeling.  I drew him sleeping in his room, in the bed that I was laying in with him not to long ago. He was sleeping peacefully, his hair shaggy and messed up. 

I could feel his emotions, but most of the time I blocked them out. He was frantic all of the time, wondering if I was still alive, then realizing he knew that I was because he could feel what I was feeling, he could almost hear my thoughts. 

I don't really know how long I've been in here. Longer than I hoped. Basically I am just waiting for death to take me, so I wouldn't have to be stuck in this horrible room anymore. 

I rolled over on the floor, to tired to attempt to make my way over to the thin mattress that lay on the floor across the room. The cold, what I guessed was cement, felt good on my body. If I didn't know better I would just say that I was on fire. That I needed to stop, drop, and roll. And I did. Hence why I'm on the floor and wont move. But that was yesterday. 

"It's almost over." Layne suddenly appeared in front of my face. I knew that I was hallucinating, but she looked so real, and happy. She was wearing shorts, flip-flops and a dark  blue t-shirt. 

"It's not soon enough." I whispered, my throat hoarse from the lack of water. I tried not to talk alot, to anyone. Not even when the guards came in, or when Frederick came in himself. Most of the time I ignored my hallucinations. When I talked to much, I ended up coughing up a storm, usually blood. 

"Hey, let me distract you." Layne, was running her hand down my hair, trying to soothe me. It was hard to breathe.

"Distract me how?" I breathed out, gasping for air. 

"Let's talk about something. Tell me something that you never told me." She laid down next to me , her face a few feet from mine. Her hair was perfectly clean and strait and beautiful, but she laid down on the dirty floor near me anyway. God, I wished she was real. My eyes teared up.