Eye Catchers [BrOhm/H2OVanoss]

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The room was black, so black my vision couldn't pick up one sense of movement. My hands roamed around to see if they could find anything to grasp onto, desperate to find something. I finally stopped when my palms brushed against something cool and smooth. The feeling was far too familiar that I shot up from what I was laying on, twisting my body so my feet were pressed against the bitter cement floor. I stumbled across the room towards the light switch which was within ten feet from me, flicking it upwards to light up the gloomy room. I gasped when I found out my previous accusation was correct and blinked in hopes it was a hallucination.

The moldy walls and blandness of the area confirmed that it was our old bedroom at the lab, the memories slowly flooding back. Hands found their way into my hair as I collapsed to the floor with heavy breaths passing my lips. Anxiety climbed up my throat faster than I wanted it to, tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes threatening to fall. A midnight black color absorbed into my irises to represent my overwhelming mood and dusted my vision in the same color.

I forced my wobbling legs to stand, reminding myself if I curled up on the floor, I would never gain the courage to get back up for numerous hours. I leaned against the dirty white walls and clutched my arms shakily, digging my short yet sharp nails into the tender skin. I attempted to slow the rough breaths I inhaled and let my eyes flutter close.

This is not happening. It's all a dream, Ryan. Wake up. My eyes shot open to see I was still in the wretched room. I bit my lip harshly, drawing blood with the metallic taste sticking to my teeth. I prevented myself from crying, refusing to believe this was reality. How did I even get here? Did the guys sell me out?

As those questions ran through my mind, a ear piercing scream came from the other side of the door. My brain pieced together the familiarity of that scream as I ran to the metal door and attempted to open it, only to fail terribly.

"Jon! Jon!!" I shouted in hopes this barrier between me and him would disappear, fists colliding with the hefty metal.

"Ryan!!" The call for me made my insides twist to the point where my breath hitched. The screams began to slowly fade as my hands bruised from the forceful pounds on the door. My knees gave away and I fell to the floor, choking back heavy sobs while clutching my chest.

The door suddenly clicked and I looked up with blurry vision. My hand reached for the doorknob to attempt, once again, to open the door, pulling down to have it go smoothly.  I pulled on it and sighed when it revealed the hallways of the lab. I shakily stood up and  staggered into those gloomy halls. My legs carried me towards the staircase and descended them until I stopped abruptly in front of the basement.

The entrance was slightly ajar and my ears picked up faint cries. I reached out and pushed open the door, going down the last flight of stairs. My bare feet eventually hit the last step, my head flicking up to find any sign of Jon. Skin paling at the sight, I took a sharp breath and froze in place.

My eyes locked with my father's who had a snarling grin plastered on his face and a tight grip on Jonathan, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. The gun was what made my stomach twist in more ways than one.

"F-Father, what're you doing?!" I questioned with a panic-like tone, afraid that if I moved even a muscle, all hell would break loose. However, the only thing he did was laugh.

"You failed, Ryan. And its all your fault." With that statement left lingering, he pulled the trigger, making the sound of the blast echo of the cold cement walls of the basement. Everything went in slow motion for me from the thick blood splattering the grey cement floors to Jon's body collapsing with cold, lifeless eyes. I don't even remember taking my brother into my arms and crying my heart out, everything was a blur. His blood soaked the shoulder of my hoodie and my head just couldn't wrap itself around the fact that Jon was dead. Gone.