Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 23 - Up on the Wall

Merry Easter and happy Halloween!
And if you don't celebrate your birthday, have a Romantic valentines eve.

Jeromes POV

I continue to work at the phone number. Everyone sits behind me and watch on in awe as my fingers furiously type away. I'm so god damn close. So close to saving Mitch, saving my love.

Then, all of the information pops up-And there is an address. I sigh in relief as I get a pen and write the address down on the back of my hand. I stand up instantly and grab the keys to my car. Everyone stands up also.

"Wait- you can't just go out there by yourself!" Adam yells, grabbing my right arm, stopping me from going anywhere. I look back at him to see the others behind.

"I don't care. Mitch is getting fucking tortured right now, do you expect me to just sit here and wait!?" I yell harshly at him. Alesa steps forward, cashing me to glare at her.

"Don't you think it's a little bit suspicious that he practically gives you Mitch's address? It's going to be a trap Jerome, and you know it. Is it really worth it? You could die." She points out. I stare at Adam and Alesa for a minute. The two of them make me want to be sick. Why are they such a perfect couple? Why are they so happy together? Why can't Mitch and I be like them for once - HAPPY?!

I viciously rip my arm out of Adams and walk towards the door.

"This is the last time I might ever see him alive. If you two weren't such a happy go lucky couple and lived a day in my shoes or Mitch's, you would understand what it's like!" I spit out like venom And sigh.

"Honestly, I hope Ty will kill  Mitch before I get there. I don't want him to live anymore." I say harshly and then open the door.

"We will call the cops!" I hear rob call out as I slam the door closed.

Fuck this shit.

Mitchs POV (LISTEN TO THE SONG ABOVE RIGHT NOW)

I sit there tied to the cold metal chair in the middle of the dark room, my head hanging in fear and exhaustion. What time is it? How long have I been here? It feels like it's been an eternity since I've felt warmth. It's so cold. So very cold. I feel like I'm going to pass out from lack of sleep and dehydration.

"This is gospel for the fallen ones, Locked away in permanent slumber." I mumble to myself.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh." I hum.

I've found that humming or lightly singing songs help me when I'm scared. It's therapeutic in a way. It feels like someone is here.

"Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds, But they haven't seen the best of us yet."

Oh god, I just realised how much I miss my piano. If I ever get out of here alive, the first thing I'm going to do is play this song on the piano. I don't miss cutting because Ty does that to me anyway. He ties me down and reopens old wounds and creates new ones. He uses knifes, cigarets, hot candle wax etc. If he creates an open wound he usually pours vinegar over it, making it even more painful in which creates a white scar. And I think you can imagine what's happened to my ass and gag reflex. My entire body is destroyed, except for my face. He refuses to cut my face, saying that me screaming in pain is the most beautiful sight. And I believe him.