War of tears and death

Chapter 7: Feelings for one but me

I freeze as I read the last word and for once my mind is confused and unsure what to do. I break into a heavy breathing and cough violently. My hands start to tremble frequently that I can't stop it. I rush to the bathroom and stare at the mirror. I scream at myself,

"Why didn't you just kill him! You probably mean nothing to him! Why did you let a stupid guy get involved in your life! You know he would only be putting himself in danger!"

I cough some more and collapse on the floor. I can taste my salty, yet meaning less, tears trickle down my cheeks. My tears are absorbed into my smooth lips and all I do is lick them. I get up, slap myself so hard that I could see a red mark on my face. I bolt out of the room and run to the basement. I can see the tall door overpowering me and I know what I must do. As i quickly open the door i then stand in shock and pain at the sight I see. Every single shelve is empty not even a speck of dust can be seen. In the dark corner I see a small paper folded neatly and I know what it's for. I dash for it anyways and it reads:

Oh no no no. That will not do. Do you really think we would leave all of these weapons within your reach? We are not idiots. Well good luck trying to save the ones you care about. Haha no.

- The organization

Oh my god, I lock the door and sleep in that secret room for the rest of the night. My cheek is pressed on the cold cement floor and I see the cement darken every time my tear falls.

I hate tears, they always seem to overflow your face even when you don't want it to. Tears show fear and that is what i'm trying to eliminate.

I hear fast footsteps outside the door and I could feel my heart going faster and faster by the second. Through the small gap with light pouring through, I see two feet right in front of the secret door. I felt like my heart stopped and I was dead but still alive as a ghost, I think. I hear clicking sounds as the thing tries to open the door. I have to hide.

I can feel my heart rate rising and i'm running out of options. I felt a cool breeze in the room and I knew there had to be an air vent around here somewhere. I smash the shelves and see an air vent in the corner, hiding as if it didn't want it to find me. I saw that the screws were rusted and I tried kicking it. No damage was made except for my foot. I can feel it swelling in my shoe and it isn't pleasant. I give it one more hard kick and it made a bid dent. I could already feel the blood oozing out of my foot letting my shoe absorb the blood making it feel very squishy. But is least of my concerns right now. My main focus is to get the vent open. Just as i'm about to hit the vent again I hear the knob shaking fiercely and i can tell he's trying to get in now.

I bend down and start trying to pry it open with my hands. The air vent just wont budge I go to the screws again and try unscrewing them with my hands. I spit on it to loosen it a little but it didn't do much help.

I turn around once more and it was staring right at me as I try to struggle to loosen the screws. I'm so shocked and surprised. For some reason I wasn't scared for a moment I was frozen in awe and amazement by how quickly and quietly it was able to get into my room that I especially designed for cases like this. We stared at each other for a brief moment but it felt like forever. Behind his soothing glasses were cold, emotionless eyes staring straight at my hands that were once trying to unscrew a bolt but was now frozen as if in awe as well by this massive creature in my presence.

Then my mind comes back to earth and remembers that he is my enemy and I can't let him win. Not now. I jerk back into action and move into a fighting position just like I was taught by my once friend but now foe.