For Everything

But At The Same Time...

As we wind down the dark hallway, Mrs. Cyndia walks up beside me. I look ahead, choking back any tears that I have left, I'm done crying. I'm done crying, nothing matters anymore, nothing. I have nothing left to live for, nothing. I look ahead, not saying anything as my bodyguards tighten their grip. I don't even bother fighting them, I haven't the strength anymore. Who cares anyway? Who cares about me? What have I done ever since I got here? I've brought nothing but pain and heartache and chaos, I'm sure no one will care when I die. It seems as if I've been on this earth for only a moment, or less than that. That's all we are, after all, moments. The blink of an eye, and someone new vanishes, forever. Everyone dies eventually, so why bother trying to make the most of everything? Why bother doing anything? Your time could run out at any time, and it's best to just accept it. That's what I'm doing now, I'm accepting my fate. Mrs. Cyndia grabs my hand and squeezes it. I look over to see her face red and puffy and full of tears. She regrets what she's done, I know, and I don't care anymore. I could care less; about me, about my former friends, about my parents, even about Rosie. I don't care anymore, it's easier that way. To block out the pain, the hurt, the death. I smile, because I saw a famous quote one time. One that was said by The Joker. I know, I know. The Joker. But it always stuck with me. It said, "Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it's easier than explaining what's killing you inside." I always remembered tht quote, never forgot it. Because it is easier. Easier is, well, easier. Everyone likes easier, and when you're on death row, you really don't care anymore, anything that's easy is something that you are willing to take. So I smile, all the way down the dark hallway, until we reach another well lit room. Amber opens the door and reveals a bright white room containing a table and several tools. Mrs. Cyndia lets go of my hand and whispers to me.

"I'm so sorry Hunter," and then she walks over to a far corner of the room, hiding in the shadows. 

I was alone. I was competely alone, and I would now be forever alone. Amber has me put on the table and strapped down and silenced.

"Don't worry Hunter," Amber strokes my head, "You won't feel a thing. It will be over in a flash, and then you'll be in a better place."

But Amber was wrong, I wouldn't be going to a better place. I was going to a worse one, one that I truly deserved for everything I've done. This would be the first time I was getting something I deserved. Gale hands Amber a syringe of black liquid and she takes it. I look away, not wanting or caring to see anymore. I'm ready, finally. Amber lowers the needle and pushes it into my flesh. It hurt more than I expected but I ignore it. Bye world. Then something happens. A figure runs out of the shadows, Mrs. Cyndia, she's running toward the door, away. Then a loud bang and a flash of orange knocks out everyone. The table flips and the straps rip open from the bang. Mrs. Cyndia must have blown something up. I push the table off me, and stand up, looking down. Shit, half of the syringe has been pushed into me, and I begin to feel drowsy. I yank it out of my body and look up. Orange fire is spreading everywhere, and Gale begins to pick himself up. Oh no. I throw the syrning at his face and sprint to the door. I slam it behind me and lock the outer lock. Gale arrives at the door just a moment too late. He's locked in. He looks through the window as th fire spreads even more, and pleads for me to open the door. For a second I hesitate, wondering if I should unlock it, but I reason with myself. I might be evil in this moment, but Gale Aftersmoke deserves this, not me. I run away from the door and back into the main room. I spot Mrs. Cyndia a little ways away tampering with something. I shout to her and she looks up, spotting me. She runs to me and throws her arms around me, crying. An alarm sounds and I hear footsteps. We need to get out of here, now. But first, I guide her to Felicity's cell, but she screams and runs the other way, I don't know why. I reach Felicity and look through the window, she looks up and runs to me, her chains pulling her back. We scream for each other, but then I look down. A small machine is sitting right next to Felicity's door, and it starts beeping. I back away from it as the beeping increases, and then a loud bang knocks me off my feet. I fall down and hit my head. I try to recover but a pair of hands grabs me and pulls me away. I open my eyes and look back to Felicity, but she's not there. A massive hole sits in the wall that once was Felicity's cell. Tears stream down my face, Felicity's fate has been sealed, and now we truly will never see each other again. I find my footing and run beside my captor, realising it's Mrs. Cyndia once again. She pulls me down a long hallway only to see two coated figures running towards us. She shouts and pulls me back in the other direction. We run down another hallway, but only to be stopped by tow more coated guards. Mrs. Cyndia pulls me down the dark hallway leading back toward the room that held Gale and the fire. I shudder at the thought of what's happening, and for some reason, I cry once again. I'm an awful person, and I can never forgive myself for what I've done. Mrs. Cyndia shoves me down the hallway, with guards quickly in pursuit, and we find the door with the glass window. I look through to see the scorched staircase once more, burnt and overwhelmed. Mrs. Cyndia tries to open the door but the handle burns her, the fire must still be dying down, but now a new one is coming, and I begin to feel heat on my back. Mrs. Cyndia shouts again and kicks the door in. It flies off its burnt hinges while voices down the hallway approach. She shoves me up the staircase and shouts for me to go. I enter the main hallway of the school, not stopping to look at the ruins of what the school has now become. Pathetic.  I sprint down the hallway and to the main doors of the school, shoving my way through them and ripping through the police tape that surrrounds the campus. My vision begins to blur and I feel a headache forming. My side begins to sting and cramp, the side that was stung with the syringe. Whatever was in that must be starting to work on me. I sprint through the policemen, not stopping when the yell after me. I don't look back, not even to see if Mrs. Cyndia is okay. I am selfish. I don't care anymore, I just continue running, even as the fluid begins to make me see my sister. Rosie runs beside me, dressed in all pink, like she always was. I smile, not because I was trying to hide my hurt, this time. No, I smiled because I saw my sister once again, smiling and giggling. She was happy, and unharmed, and it made me happy. I run beside Rosie for a couple minutes, laughing with her, not knowing where we are going, but at the same time, I do.