Colorful shadows

Part 4

Hope POV

Two weeks later...

They're dead. They are dead...Dead. My friends... My...... Friends. My..... Friends. Why...Why would he do this? What does he gain out of this? Allison, Selena, dead. Their bloodied, scarred faces flash in my head over and over again. I could bear it anymore. I couldn't take it. I cant see their faces again. My tears begin to fall to my dirt and blood-covered hands. My eyes feel sore for shedding tears hysterically after all this time, however long it may be. It's my fault. I wasn't there for them. I couldn't protect them. Now, because I left them at my house, they are dead. We won't get to get into our dream schools, we won't get to graduate, we don't get to see how our lives turn out and see if we all get married and become happy. All that is over. Now it's just me, alone in the cold, unforgiving dark, just like how I was supposed to be. Who am I kidding? Why would I ever deserve happiness? Mistakes don't deserve happiness. They deserve to feel despair and to be left in the cold. So as I let go of the fight I thought I possessed, I leave my scar-ridden body to be consumed by the shadows so I can pay for my sins. At least this time, I'll be doing something right. Correcting a mistake. 

Suddenly, I feel a warmness. A heat. It feels like I am getting carried...lifted.  I thought I was being disposed of by the doctor but when I open my eyes, I see someone else is carrying me. I feel this bright light-emitting at the corner of my eye. I turn over to see if it's a door or something but I see no doors, the light is coming from below. The light is coming from... me? All over my hands and legs. The guy carrying me seems like it doesn't bother him. He seems focused on leaving.  While I'm pondering on if I am just delusional from all the experiments that ran on me, I hear yelling. Distorted yelling. It has to be the doctor. He's coming. The person who's carrying me hears it too as he gains speed. He is faster than anyone I've ever seen. It's almost unnatural. I can barely keep my eyes open from the wind rushing past us. Now there There's a different light. Sunlight that Is shining as much as I am. He sees the sun and goes even faster. The light blinds both of us and eventually...

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I wake up in a strange room. A dark room. Everything is dark. Not as dark as that awful place. I look at my clothes. Same as before. A sudden aroma fills the room. Its smells of food. Oh my gosh. While my body is starving, my mind is still feeling sick. I force myself to get up and push past it. After everything that happened, I need something to eat.

I anxiously walk down the stairs. Not making a sound. I look around, the walls are painted black and have cracks and holes in them. Looks like an abandoned house. I see pictures. Well, what used to be pictures. They're all painted over.

As I make it downstairs, I enter what looks like the living room and it looks as dark as the bedroom. The smell of food gets stronger and stronger. I follow the scent through the house until I make it into the kitchen. I see who's making the food. It's a boy. He looks my age. He is wearing an entirely black outfit. Black hoodie. Black jeans. Black boots. He has his back turned to me. Good, he didn't see me.

"Pancakes or bacon?" he asked. 
*Gasp* "How did you know I was there?"  I responded with a shocked reaction.
"I heard your footsteps. You're not as silent as you think you are. Now answer my question".

"Pancakes, please" I answer reluctantly. 

I look around for a table to sit at. There isn't a table or anything. It really is like an abandoned house. 

"Just sit on the couch, the table...broke," he says hesitantly.

 I sit on the couch. It's soft. It has tears and what seems to be a water stain. Its brown exterior is giving a muddy feel like it's been weathered for some years. He walks the plate of pancakes to me. 

 "Thank you" 

 "No problem. When your done, leave and don't come back," he exclaimed as he walked up the stairs slowly holding his side from the pain. 

Well damn alright then. I get done with my pancakes and I get ready to leave. I make sure that I have everything. Shit. I left my phone in his room. I try to sneak up there and grab it. His door is unlocked. I slowly crack the door and I see it. I tiptoe to it and grab it before he notices that I'm there. As I leave, I see him taking off his shirt. His back. It's filled with scars. Most are old but some are new. I leave before he sees me and run home.  As I walk through the door, I get flashbacks from...the incident. I get into my bedroom, throw my bag onto the floor and go to sleep.