Broken And Alone (Up for adoption)

Part 22

This chapter is going to be short... I am really sorry everyone but I am really struggling. Everything is so hard and it feels like everything is collapsing. I have gotten to the point where my doctors, therapist and teachers classify me as disabled because of my anxiety, depression and ADD. I really hope you guys can understand... I feel awful and I want to give you something because I might be going away for a while when I finish this story. Does anyone else feel really bad when talking about your feelings... I mean, I feel like y'all deserve an explanation but I always feel so pathetic and annoying and I always regret it... Please forgive me... But I want you to all know that you have helped me so much. Reading your comments and seeing that you care enough sometimes can bring me out of a very dark place.

Scott

"Please! We need to find him! He gave us 24 hours before he kills Mitch!" I cried to Olivia. I had called the group and told them to meet me at the station immediately.
Everyone became a broken crying mess then I told them about the call. We all knew he would kill Mitch... We need to find him... This is our last chance... Our one shot or I... We... Loose Mitch forever.
They immediately began running around. People were tracing the call, getting backup, putting on vests, in total it took them about 8 hours, seeing as they had a lot of trouble tracing the call. Once they did they started to head out. They pulled me outside and handed me a bulletproof vest. I fought with them to be able to even go, telling them Travis would likely want to see me. But they said everyone else has to stay behind.
I climbed into the car and we drove, sirens ringing loudly. The ride was long and anxiety filled. We drove in silence for about 45 minutes before pulling up to a large storage building. It had windows that were covered and the door was locked. After a long few minutes one officer successfully knocked it open. They walked in quietly, guns on guard. I was in the middle of the group. We searched until someone pointed to a small latch on the floor, mostly hidden by a box.
They pushed the box aside and there was an outline of a door. He pulled it and there was a set of stairs, leading to a large, dimly lit room.
"Hello Scotty." I heard Travis call. I wanted to run down the steps, I wanted to save Mitch from this vial man. But before I could move I felt a hand on my shoulder, holding me back.
Someone went first and I followed closely behind. We walked down the steps and I felt my blood run cold as I say Mitch in Traviss arms. Travis had a hand clasped over Mitch's mouth. I could hear the attempted screams from Mitch as tears ran down his cheeks. Travis had a gun held to Mitch's temple.

"Drop the gun!" The officer said. Travis smiled.
"No... You drop the gun." He said, pressing the weapon harder into Mitch's temple, causing him to let out a small cry.
"Please don't hurt him..." I said. Mitch's eyes met mine. He shook his head no in a small movement.
"Drop your weapon or I will shoot." The officer said.
"If I am going down Mitch is going with me!"
They fell into silence and Mitch's muffled sobs were the only notice. And then I heard a gunshot, the bullet hitting Travis. But before he hit the ground another shot was fired...

And I watched in horror as Mitch's body crumpled to the ground in an unnatural position.

"Nooooo!" I yelled running over to where Mitch lay, blood beginning to pool around him.