Staying Human

Chapter 18: Scared And Alone

Chapter 18: Scared and Alone 

 "Mitchie!" Mitch smiled slightly as Kirstie's small arms wrapped around his torso. 

"Hey..." He said but he couldn't manage to make himself sound happy. Kirstie pulled away from him and frowned. 

"What's the matter?" She asked, rubbing his arm gently. He sighed and walked away from her to sit on his bed. She followed and sat next to him, slinging her arm around him. He looked at her and shook his head. 

"It's nothing I'm just....tired from work that's all." He mumbled but she knew he was lying. 

"Come on Mitch I can tell when you're lying to me." She scowled at him which made him laugh because she looked so serious, she was never serious. 

"It's just family stuff KitKat...nothing important...." He replied and looked down at the floor. Kirstie sighed and moved her arm from around him, taking his hands in her tiny one's. 

"You mean like your father?" She pressed him for answers and he nodded. "How come you never really talk about him? Or any of your family for that matter?" She asked while gently rubbing her thumbs in circles on his hands. Mitch couldn't tell her the truth about his father, how he was a criminal, and a killer. And of course he couldn't tell her that his father was sending men after him, like Slade. 

"He's not a nice guy that's why." He grumbled and then smiled at her. "It's ok Kirst, really I'm just mostly tired." He reassured her. She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. 

"Alright, you don't have to tell me but just know I'm here whenever you feel like talking." Mitch nodded and leaned his head on top of hers, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. He didn't know what he would do without her, she was always there when he needed her.....he felt her shift and he lifted his head. Then suddenly she was gone! 

"Kirstie? Kirst where'd you go?" He yelled but there was no sound. He was alone in the dorm room.....

 There was the sound of a door opening, and then footsteps coming closer. Mitch slowly opened his tear filled eyes and didn't know what was going on, or where he was. His vision was blurry and he was so tired, he just felt like going back to sleep. He closed his eyes again and then heard whispering. 

"I won't let him win, I won't let him win, he can't beat me, Slade can't win..." The voice said repeating the words over and over again. He opened his eyes again and his vision was less blurry. He looked around without moving his body but didn't see anyone else around him. "Fuck Slade! Fuck him...no he can't win...." The voice continued and Mitch slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, grunting in pain as he did. His body was so sore, it felt like he'd been hit by a car or something. He glanced down at his hands and saw handcuffs secured tightly over his wrists. The voice continued and he finally looked up to see a man pacing anxiously back and forth. It was Brett, and he didn't seem to notice Mitch had awakened. He eyed the man carefully as he continued to pace and whisper to himself. To Mitch he looked insane. A tear slid down his cheek and he wiped it away forgetting he had been crying in his sleep. This movement made the handcuffs clank together causing Brett to stop abruptly and glance over to the boy on the floor. He smirked at Mitch leaning his shoulder against the wall trying to act casual and confident; it was a complete 180 from the way Mitch had just seen him acting. "You're awake, good." He said and Mitch leaned his head against the wall not caring what the man had to say. He killed Joey. Joey had never done anything to anyone, would never hurt a fly and he killed him. Mitch couldn't stand to look at him. "Slade won't find you this time. He won't win." He said confidently and Mitch scoffed.

 "Yeah you thought he wouldn't find us last time, he did and he will again." He stated emotionless still keeping his eyes on the ceiling. Suddenly Brett was kneeling in front of him and Mitch attempted to move back but he was already against the wall. 

"Why can't he just do what I say? It would be so much easier if he would just listen to me!" He yelled making Mitch flinch. "You know it's HIS fault your friend is dead! If he had just done what I said I wouldn't have gotten angry and..." 

"Shut the fuck up! You fucking killed Joey not Scott!" Mitch cut him off and then grumbled when he said Scott instead of Slade. This seemed to amuse Brett and he stood back up. 

"Yes Scott...you yelled that name as we were leaving the warehouse. I figured Slade was a fake name...it's nice to know his real name." He snickered and Mitch rolled his eyes. 

"God, kill me and save yourself the hassle. Scott won't help you, he proved that so why are you still keeping me around?" Mitch asked angrily narrowing his eyebrows at Brett. Brett was in front of him in a second and grabbed Mitch by his shirt. 

"What do you think he'll decide when he get's one of your fingers delivered to him?" He sneered and Mitch's eyes widened. "Yeah, in a nice pretty box! One finger after another until they're all gone!" He growled. Mitch stared at his crazy eyes moving back and forth as if he was picturing himself cutting Mitch's fingers off. Mitch realized this guy was seriously mental; he was like one of those crazy people that you see in mental asylums. Finally, Brett let Mitch go and backed away from him, smiling as he did making Mitch feel very uncomfortable. "Yes he'll listen to me. He'll know he can't fight me. One way or another I'll make him pay." He mumbled and then walked out of the room. Mitch didn't know what to think about him. He didn't seem crazy like this before, but that behavior...the whispering and the look in his eyes...Mitch shuddered thinking about it. He pushed Brett from his mind and stood up to look around at his new prison. As soon as he began to walk around he realized the handcuffs had a chain attached to it and that chain was in turn attached to a metal pole across the room. Mitch scowled and walked over to examine it. There was a small metal loop protruding from the pole which the chain was attached to. He grabbed the chain and yanked hard trying to test how sturdy it was.

"Perfect...." He mumbled and dropped the chain. There was no way he was getting out of this. He glanced around the room and of course he wasn't surprised when there was nothing to see. The only difference between this room and the other one was that this one had a small window on the other side of the room. He attempted to walk over to it and was stopped by the chain reaching as far as it would go. He could just barely peek out the window from where he was. It was dark out and he had no way of knowing where Brett was keeping him. He sighed and walked back over to where he was sitting before and slid down against the wall. He kept thinking about the dream he had about Kirstie. That was the last time he saw her, the night he left with Scott. He should have just explained everything to her and told her to leave. Maybe if he had she would still be alive. And then there was Joey. He saved Mitch's life twice and now he was dead. He replayed the scene of Joey jumping Brett over and over again until he couldn't handle it anymore. He broke down and sobbed loudly, burying his face in his hands. He felt like he'd lost everyone. Scott wasn't here, Joey wasn't here, Kirstie wasn't here....he was alone and he was scared. He trusted Scott to come find him and Scott did find him but he didn't make it in time. It wasn't Scott's fault that all of this was happening and Mitch didn't blame him but he just didn't see how Scott was going to find him now. And he shouldn't have to! Why was Scott always having to save him? Why couldn't Mitch save himself or get himself out of trouble? Why was it Scott's job to protect him all the time? He felt helpless and tired, and he was devastated about Joey...too many emotions to feel at once. Scott had to find him...he just HAD to, if he didn't then Mitch was screwed.