All Alone [Norman Reedus] Book Two {{COMPLETED}}

Seven

The look on Norman's face. . . horrifying.

The sight of blood. . .dizzying.

The way everything burns inside of me. . .just about the worst feeling you could imagine.

Can't speak. Can't move. Can't breathe. Can't think. Can't. Do. Anything.

My life is over. I convince myself. It's over. There's no way I'l be able to live after this.

But he's not dead.

But reality. He is.

Battle with myself.

Sean is dead.

No, this isn't real.

Oh, but it is.

Sean. Is. Dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

D-E-A-D. Dead.

It almost doesn't even sound like a real word anymore. It's all so sickening, and I don't notice how I've fallen back against the wall and sucken down. Silent. My eyes glued to nothing. My ears ringing louder than I've ever experienced. 

Mack has the gun. And Theo looks stunned. And Norman looks toward me.

"What'd he do." I say so quiet that no one can hear me. The next thing I do surprises even me.

I hurt myself ripping the ropes off my arms, but power through it. I stand, and the next thing I know, I have Mack in a choke-hold. Chaos is around me, but something about watching his eyes plead with mine in a silent manner brings me a sort of pleasure. Watching him die.

I'm in control. And I like it.

He flails and kicks and rakes his fingernails at my arms, but I don't move. I can't.

I grip harder, and grimace at him. "He didn't do anything, did he?" I sound fiendish, but push it aside.

My hand is impossibly tight, and in the next few seconds, his eye's are bloodshot and he's limp against the wall.

Theo yanks me away, and I'm laughing. Uncontrollably. It's painful. Everything about everything is painful. I don't know what's happening. I'm crying, and laughing hysterically, and being handcuffed with chains, and I'm imagining Mack's death. I'm replaying it in my head.

"She doesn't know a thing. She's crazy; you need to get her alone. Lock her in the old meeting room." Ma'am is scared, and I'm being dragged away.

Away from Norman and Theo and Ma'am and two corpses. One that I laugh about and one that I cry about.

                                                    *~*~*~*~*

Solitary Confinement. It gets to you. You don't laugh anymore. You don't even cry. You just sit there with a blank face, blank mind and no movement. The only thing you focus on is your breathing.

It's not professional, but I'm in a room. Chained to the ground. Alone. Cold. And breathing.

"Dead." I say normally. "Mack. Sean. Grace alone. Norman gone again. Ma'am strange."

I don't know what I'm saying. "Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead." I'm almost singing it one hour, and the next hour, I"m yanking at the chains. I'm giving myself blisters and bruises around my wrists, but I don't feel them. It's okay.

I hear a whirring and scan the room.

A camera.

I smile brightly at it, "What's wrong with me?" I ask it loudly. "Am I ready for a diagnoses yet? Does watching me help you, Adin? I've been alone for enough time already! I'm used to it! Just let me be alone somewhere else! I'm COLD!" I don't realize I'm yelling at a camera. "You think I might accidentally tell you a cure I DON'T know!? Well I'm sorry to inform you that--"

I'm cut off by a big metal door sliding open. In walks Norman. He crosses the room to me, and a man closes the door behind him.

I watch him kneel beside me, then sit. And all he does is look at me.

"Grace? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

I open my mouth but out come no words. I don't know what to say. And then I do.

"You think Rugger smells good? Maybe Robert is a good bath-giver to dogs."

I've never seen Norman look at me the way he does. His eye's are glassy and he's just staring. Staring. Staring.

And then he's hugging. He's hugging me. Not tightly. His arms seem rubbery as they rest around me. His head falls into my shoulder and I can feel him shaking.

"Don't leave me now." His voice shivers. 

I can't hug him back, and I stare at his shirt. It hugs him and I imagine my arms hugging him that tightly.

"I think Adin sent you in here to help me. I promise, I wasn't laughing about Sean." I say absentmindedly.

A sob slips out of Norman's mouth, and he leans into me further.

"Please don't leave me now. Not now. Just wait, just let me at least say goodbye to the Grace that I kissed in the train." 

I smile. "Silly! I'm right here! Don't cry!"

He doesn't move for another five minutes and I almost fall asleep. Then he pulls away. And stares again.

I stare back, and try to look at him the way he looks at me. I guess I didn't do a good enough job because he stands up and walks back out of the room slowly.

I'm killing him slowly. I just don't know it. I can't feel what anyone feels right now. I'm too scared. Scared. 

Scared.

(A/N: I really wonder if any of you are about to cry. I don't mean to make you sad. I know this is a short chapter, but I feel that I shouldn't leave you guys hanging like that. I love you too much. I might even update another one tonight. . . I also want to say that this chapter wasn't a regular chapter. It was kind of all what is going through Grace's mind. I personally think this is the craziest chapter I've ever written. I kind of like it, though. . . LOTS OF EMOTION! The feeeeeels. XOXOXO) -Writingslayer