Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 69 | End of Our World

Kuza and I, we didn't want to leave each other's sides. Can you blame us? Ricky was too busy working to comfort me. I'm not going to hold it against him. The paperwork following this event must be brutal for him. Reese wasn't helping much either. All she could do was yell at him. Ricky figured, better him than Ryan. I have yet to see him, or rather anyone. Most the day, Kuza and I stayed in bed.

Eventually we both pulled ourselves together enough to go visit Nikki in the hospital. I wasn't sure what shocked me more; That the mess of blood and bandages in front of me was actually him, or that it was Angelo that did this to him. He wasn't awake when we went in there. Nikki would need all the damn sleep he could get. If he does pull out of this, he's going to be fucked up for the rest of his life.

Ryan... I know Ryan. He needs time to cope, and process. Alone time. So, I left him alone. The others didn't bother leaving their rooms, making it clear they were out of words too. That left me with one place I know I should go, but I don't want to. When I walk the halls leading down to solitary, it gives me a rush of memories I'd rather not relive. Kuza sweetly grabbed my hand by my side and gave it a squeeze. I glanced over at him blankly. He forced a smile, trying to pretend it wasn't that bad.

All I could hear was screaming. If Angelo had been screaming as long as they said, I'm shocked he still has a voice left. He once was the angel among us. I've been through Hell, and as I walk towards the sounds of his agony, I can confidently say this. I now know the only thing worse than the flames of Hell are the screams of a scorned Heaven.

"Ma'am," The guard greeted me, "I'm sorry, but I cannot let you in there."

"That's alright." I responded quietly, "I'd just like to take a look inside to see how he is. Is that okay?"

He sighed, "I suppose so."

The guard stepped aside from the door. I was secretly terrified to approach it, but Kuza's hand in mine made it not so bad. Even being six foot, I had to reach up a little to look in through the small glass window in the door. I instantly jumped back out of shock. My hand flew over my mouth in a gasp. What I saw in there, I couldn't believe it was sweet little Angelo.

I've never seen that level of anger on his face. Fuck, I don't think I've seen it on anyone's face. His face was dirtied by the amount of black makeup smeared down his cheeks from crying. It seemed like there was too much dark substance ran down his skin to be just from the makeup, though. All his tattoos, they looked like they were losing color. And I swear his hair had grown longer by a few inches. Pain does age people, but not like that. The gaunt lines in his cheeks and forearms made him look starved.

It felt like the Hellmouth had swallowed me whole. When I saw into Angelo's eyes, of which were no longer blue, but a grey shade, I realized we didn't just lose Chris yesterday. We lost him too. There was no turning back from this. I can promise you that. If there was, someone would've done something by now. Instead, they're just leaving him here to rot like the animal he's become.

When I backed up from the window, Kuza bravely decided to look in. His hand tightened around mine as he saw that fucked up mess. "Fuck." He muttered, his face turning white, "I, um... I could use some fresh air after that."

"Y-Yeah," I replied, "Me too... I know a place. C'mon."

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The hangers were the farthest away from any other buildings here. That's why I chose to go to them, because I needed some distance from all the negative energy being stirred up. There was a ladder on the side of one. I lead Kuza up to the roof. There were grey clouds overhead, as if it was going to rain. We really couldn't give a shit if it did, though. I love the smell in the air right before it rains. It's refreshing, and exactly what we needed.