Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Suicide Note

Francisco

I spot a light source from a far distance. Flashing my light down the metal walls. Crawling towards it. Finding a vent window, complete relief was poured over me. I see a crumbled up, lined piece of paper.

Reaching my arm over the vent, quickly snatching the piece of paper. I sat against the vent walls away from the window so nobody could see me if there was anyone below.

Unfolding the paper. I found some of the words to be faded due to the crumbles. Putting the handle of my flashlight into my mouth as I started at the top of the papers

Dear Person,
If you are reading this letter and I am no longer around, well you are late. This paragraph or essay or note. Possibly a suicide note. It doesn't matter, it was meant for one person. Francisco. Francisco Mendes.

I can't blame him for why I am not alive or why I am here. I was born in the wrong family. My own blood related dad killed his, for an unknown reason.

But Francisco, if you never stumble among this letter. I wanted to do some things with you. Be a normal couple. Go to an amusement park, be stuck on a Ferris wheel with you, build a bear at build-a-bear, get piggy backs with you on the beach, stare at the stars, take million of pictures, and so many more.

But if it's too late. I want you to find someone who will love you for who you are and share a family with you. Because if you are reading this. I most likely won't be here.

-sage reid 12/2/16

I crumbled up the piece of paper. Leaving back on the other side of the vent window, Martinez would've been upset if I dragged home a piece of pointless paper. We at least it was to him.

"Francisco, do you copy." Jo's voice struck me from the blue. It was from the walkie-talkie. I grabbed it from my left pocket.

"Jo, do you copy." I reply.

"Yes. I am in real trouble right." Jo whispers. I raised my eyebrow.

"What do you mean by in trouble?" I ask glancing at the wall.

"Nikolay is here and they find something suspicious about the vent system, which I am on the other side of and there's a dead end. But him and Alessandro keep staring up. They will not take their eyes off." Jo answers.

"I will be over there, I am already done searching through the rooms in my location." I said crawling from the room where Sage's note was left.

Eventually finding Jo who was in a corner of the vent where there was not other place to go. I see the light source coming through the vent window.

"Something odd is going on with the vent. So much thudding." Marco's voice said.

"Probably just raccoons." Another familiar voice said, I couldn't put a finger on it.

"Well, lets have one of you, go check the side of the estate and see if the vent window is open." And finally, Nikolay's voice.

"We need to get going." Jo says.

"Okay, just hurry and crawl over. They will just suspect that they saw something." I whisper.

Jo hurried and crawled over. It was less than five seconds as he successfully made it over to the other side with me.

"We need to hurry before they find the vent window open with the car and ladder." I rushed. Jo nods. As we scooted across the vent.

Things were going well, that's until I stepped on an unstable piece, but was soon figured out as the vent window, but in camouflage due to the room being the dark.

Not only did the vent window break my fall. But I was separated from Jo. I see his head poke through the hole. He flashes his light.

"Francisco, I am coming down." Jo says. I shook my head.

"No, you need to hurry back to the estate. We had already so much time. Just go!" I yelled. Jo shuts his eyes and nods. His face disappears.

The light of the room shimmers onto my face. I squinted my eyes to protect myself from the brightness of the light. I turned to see Alessandro.

"Nikolay will be happy." Alessandro says. I draw out my gun as he did the same. "Smart, but not smart enough."

Sage

My eyes slowly opened. Revealing the white ceiling of my prison cell. I sat up turning to see Nikolay sitting on the chair with a large smile. I scream in my head, but anger was released inside of me.

"What the hell." I said.

"I have an important job for you to do, but you'll be needing this." Nikolay says grabbing the silver pistol from my white dresser. Stands up from his chair as that large smile grows on his face.

"You want me to use it?" I question.

"Yes. Now after these last couple of months, that should have given you the best training. If you see them you should be able to put a bullet directly in their head." Nikolay happily explains.

"Well, let me get dressed and I'll be down there." I reply. Nikolay nods his head setting the gun down on the dresser.

"And I want to see the gun as you come down the stairs. Meet me in the room." Nikolay says. I nodded my head as butterflies emptied into my stomach.

Once he had left my room, I was feared of who could be down there in that room. Halle, Jo, or someone from the estate. Walking over to my closet as I opened it. Finding a white sweatshirt and some black joggers, along with my black and white Vans.

I walked over to the desk staring at the pistol, picking it up as there was some nice weight to it.

***

Making my way towards the room. My hand touched the door knob, as I turned it, I hear a scream. Which gave me clear it wasn't Halle. I opened the door.

What I saw behind that door, was horrifying.