Dead Survivor

I'm Sorry

The car ride was all a blur. I felt as if it was all a dream, but it wasn't. this was a bloody nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. The road was bumpy and I kept bouncing around in my seat. My heart pounded rhythmically, and I took deep breaths, like Snow did when he was annoyed. Soon, a smile of triumph overdrive my face.

"Well, you sure are fearless." the voices echoed in my head. It sounded like Snow's soothing voice.

"Come on Clove. Keep it together." I said out loud, though nobody paid attention to me. I traveled back to my thoughts, back to Cato. I looked at the knife that I had threatened him with, and a good pool of blood had clustered onto it. I swooped my finger through it, and drew a C on my cheek, not for Clove, but for Cato. I had to be in control of my own personal thoughts. Snow said I was smart, and I had to be smarter than him. I could not leave Cato now. He knew I'm okay, and now I felt like I was already in control, just a slight bit. I then took my knife and carved another C on the back of my hand. Soon, the blood had dryed on my cheek and I traced it until we arrived to the parking lot of the train station. But, before we got out of the prison vans, the little walkie talkie blared loudly.

"Roger, we have some medical complications with the patient. Breathing patterns are erratic." Roger, I was guessing, picked the walkie up and sighed.

"Alright...let me have a look at our wimp."he said. Cato. He was going to die in a van because of me. I snuck out  to see him being carried out on the stretcher. He looked hideous. I supposed I could do lots of damage while I was mad. I could see his eyes were wet, and tears were sliding down his face. He held his arm, tightly, and winced. Of course, they had him strapped down, and I could tell Cato hated hated it. He was sweating, and soon, I couldn't tell which were his tears and sweat;they mixed together. His shoulder was pretty bruised too. I found myself running towards him, but the guards held me back.

Suddenly, Cato stopped. Stopped everything. The doctor stood next to him, dropping to Cato's level for a pulse. Within a matter of minutes, the doctor looked up, and frowned.

"I am afraid Clove did so much damage, we might not be able to save him. He's gone." The world became pixelated images, moving about, as a river of weakness sped down my cheeks, washing the blood away. Soon, everything went black, but I mumbled something before the darkness pulled me under.

"Cato, I am going to get us out of the hole I dug." Then, I began to fall, feeling no hands underneath me.

Bright lights blinded my vision as I awoke from the darkness. A flash of white burned my eyes. I quickly closed them trying to figure out what was happening. "It had to be a dream. It just had to." I mumbled as I sat up and started to rock on the hard cold table.

I sat for thirty minutes trying to figure out what happened. I was suddenly interrupted when a big crash followed by shattering glass came from outside my prison cell. I put my head up as I listened to the screaming and yelling. It hurt my ears, and I covered them, hard, but I could hear it perfectly fine.

"I can't be like this! You can't do this!" A big voice boomed. It sounded familiar but I couldn't put a name to it. I released my arms from my knees and something caught my eye. My hand was wrapped in a black bandage. I didn't see their extravagant beauty in the color enhancers either. I lifted my hand to my face and I examined the bandage carefully. It didn't look right. Slowly, I unraveled the cloth from my hand and saw the wound. The C I had cut in my hand. It all came back to me. It had scared a bit, but I could tell that I was going to have that scar forever. It wasn't a dream. I had killed Cato. My heartbeat ran faster, like the wind, but stronger. I got up from my metal bed and started to pace to room. I couldn't process the thoughts in my head. Collapsed on the ground crying seemed to be the only way to cope. I couldn't handle it. It was too much. I was screaming and kicking everything around me. There wasn't much but there was enough to make some noise. Two nurses came running in and tried to get me to calm down.

"My goodness, you would think she has seen a death of some kind." One nurse said to the other.

"Yea, like her husband or, " The nurse began, looking at me, "Well, I guess her boyfriend was being killed or something." They tried to pull me up, but I bit one of their arms and kicked the other. I took my chances into flight mode. The door was open, and I had my escape ready to go.

Quietly, I sneak out, and lock the nurses in the little cell, without them noticing. Just for effect, I whistle, "Hey, when you are done griping' and whinin' you might want to get yourselves out. I am sure you have important business to attend." I ran out before I saw that priceless expression I was sure to be on their faces. Sneaking around was the easy part. Getting into locked doors was a little tricky, but I managed, I always did. Finding Cato was the hardest.