Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 24 | Tragedy Always Happens in Threes

It's not easy to call the base my home. The walls are cold but the people I love rest inside of them. Some others, well we're not going to talk about how I feel about them right now. I want this night to go as good as it can. Mike has been teasing me he has a surprise for me when I get home.

I thought I'd repay him and wear a nice dress to see him again. It was black, as all my clothes are, with a long slit up the side. It drove him crazy when I teased him with a peek of my legs like that. Most any of my dresses are like this but this one was different. It had beautiful crystals across the belt area which really classed it up. I say that like there's a damn thing about me that's classy.

Our flight got in pretty late, so nearly everyone was asleep. I didn't see a soul on my walk to the living quarters. Good. Fuck Ricky. He doesn't get a welcoming home from me. I went straight to my lover's room, opening the door quietly. Candles burned all along the dresser, desk, and nightstands. He actually cleaned his room for once too. There's a shocker. A trail of red rose petals was led back to the bathroom. I walked alongside them slowly, letting the sound of my heels clicking be a warning to him that I'm coming.

I pushed open the door slowly. Before I even registered anything else, I realized what I stepped on didn't feel like tile under my heels. Looking down, I saw blood at my feet. A pool of it, coming from Mike's body. He was unconscious on the bathroom floor, bleeding out from his stomach and head. My knees crumbled under me and I fell down beside him. I set my hand along his jawline to find his pulse.

As I turned his head towards me, I felt my heart fall out of my chest. There was a bullet wound dead center of his forehead. His mouth was covered in blood, telling me he must've coughed some up when he was first shot in the stomach. I leaned over his dead body with tears rushing down my face. My hands wrapped around him as I would when we rested in bed together. The only difference being he was so cold and when my head was on his chest, there was no heartbeat to lull me.

I closed my eyes, moments later hearing Ryan yell at me, "Devin!" He held my by my shoulders, shaking me, "Devin, wake up!"

Groggily, I opened my eyes. Looking around, I saw the motel surrounding us. I heaved a sigh and fell back into my pillow, "It was just a nightmare." I whispered to myself.

"You were crying in your sleep. I didn't want to wake you but whatever your were dreaming about, I doubt you wanted to be." He responded.

I sat up in bed, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around myself. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 7AM. I should be getting up anyways. "I had a dream that when we got home, I walked into Mike's room to see him, and I found him murdered on the floor." I admitted, my voice dropping to a rasp, "It felt so real."

"You think you'll still be okay to come with me today?" He asked.

"I think so." I replied, "You're going to go see her?"

Ryan stared at the wall in front of him blankly as he buttoned up his shirt, "Yeah... I thought about what you said. I'll never have closure from my past if I don't do this." He picked up his wallet from the table, opening it for a brief moment. There was a picture of him and Reese in there. I'm not sure he wanted me to catch it, but I did. As he slipped his wallet into his back pocket, he said, "If I don't get closure for my past, I can't focus on my future."

I guess mister anti-love has a small bone in his body that does care. Reese will frustrate the fuck out of him constantly. She's always badgering him, causing the two to get in fights over their different views. Ryan has bought her flowers a few times. Not because he wanted to but because he needed to shut her up. She didn't care. Even if it took ripping his head off, she was happy anytime he gave her a shred of affection. Deep, deep, deep down, he loves her and wouldn't want to be without her.