Valor

Chapter 39

There is darkness; so much darkness. I want to fall into it and drown. I want it to wrap around me like a blanket and suffocate me until there is nothing left. I've come face to face with this darkness numerous times in my life, but never has it beat me to this point. I've always been able to fight back, to preserve some of the life that I keep hidden away, but this time, I don't have enough strength to fight.

It's a cloaked villain with eyes of seething red. There's blood dripping from it's head and arms all the while it circles me like a predator does its prey. All the while I lay there in the fetal position knowing that this is my end.

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I groan as I roll over onto my back, pain lacing each movement causing me to stop and suck in a breath. The slightest movement has fire racing through my nerves like a bullet richochetting off cement.

As I pry my eyes open, I'm forced to shut them again almost instantly because of the light that permeates the room I'm in. With another breath I force my eyes open and let them settle to the light as the past comes rushing back to me in snippets.

I press my palms to the floor, heaving my body up to a sitting position, letting a hiss out as it pulls on the pain at my side. By the time I'm sitting up there are beads of sweat trailing down my temple and my breathing is heavy.

It's so fucking hot in here. Why is it so fucking hot?!

I finally get a look around and notice I'm sitting in a familiar room; the room I was given when I stayed at the Valor's house. Although, this time, the room is completely bare, only a mattress on the ground in the corner. The windows are boarded over with only a ray of light coming in through the seems directly into my face.

The lightbuld from above is taken out just like everything else; hell ever the doorknob is removed. Other than the mattress, there is nothing to this room. It's nothing like the rest of the house I've seen.

A part of me wants to think that finally these brothers have put me in my place and will kill me, but maybe that's just wishful thinking. It's what they should do; it's what I would do if I was capable.

I didn't realize I wasn't shooting to kill until my intended target, Mav, went down with a flesh wound. From that point on, the rest of the wounds I inflicted were not to kill and it frustrated me even more. Even when I let the demons inside me take over, they still refused to kill those brothers as if they had some meaning to me.

Did my heart not recognize that they are responsible for Casey's death.

Casey is dead.

That thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth, but it gets no further reaction; mostly because I know that if I let myself, I'll break yet again.

I don't know how long I've been kept in this room, or since I attacked the brothers. My hair is braided down my back, but half of it has come out and is stuck to my sweat riddled face. My body is covered in a big white t shirt that is also covered in sweat making it almost see through. I'm also weating a pair of blue checkered boxers that are, as you guessed, stuck to my skin.

I feel disgusting and utterly destroyed. I don't have the strength to move towards the mattress in the corner. I simply let my body relax as much as it can, falling back onto the floor. I let my body lay there, staring at the ceiling as the light from the window flickers in and out. The hard wood below my body doesn't feel uncomfortable; in fact, it feels like how I'd imagine a coffin feels. I'm simply waiting for death now.