Back to you (part 2 of mr.gold)

You thought you were a boss tonight but i can put up one good fight-Halsey

Casey

Get up! You don't have time to sit Casey, move, find the exit. Where are you?

I stand to my feet and look around. It's dim lit, not surprising. It's a kitchen. The windows are covered with newspaper glued to the glass and it's disgusting buzzing with the sound of flies and smells of mildew.

"Casey, I'm dying."

Cameron is downstairs, how did I forget so fast.

Well not downstairs. By the sound of it he's right at the door now.

I back away and press my back to the old table in the center of the kitchen.

"I've lost so much blood, I need a doctor. Do you really want me to die? Your own brother. I love you, you love me. Please don't do this." His words are calm and filled with the sound of pain. I can imagine him pressing his hands against the door and his forehead slowly rapping against the wood.

Love?

I walk back to the door and press my hands like I imagine his are.

"Cameron."

I say.

"Yes, Casey, please let me out. I'll be nicer to you, I'll do whatever I can for you just please. I don't want to die. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Well that's the thing," I stand and turn my back to the door. "I want you to die" I walk away, towards the door exiting the kitchen. All is quiet at first.

Then, he lets out a scream, he bangs hard and tough against the door and the weak frame creaks.

I run, following instinct I find the front door.

Locked. I need a key. I don't have time to find a key. The window?

I look at the window next to the door. There's just a latch. I unhook it and slide it open. It's dark outside, there's a porch so there's no far jump thank god.

The adrenaline running though me is stronger than any pain killers. I put my legs over first and feel the cold ground touch my bare feet.

I crawl all the way out and sprint forward off the porch and just go as fast as my weak body will let me. I don't pay attention to my surroundings I just keep going. It's so cold the wind is whipping me but it feels like one thousands has compared.

My legs throb and I'm getting dizzy.

I slow down.

"What the hell."

I hear a voice.

But my vision is going and everything is fading.

I close my eyes.