Secrets Make Us Dead {C.H}

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   "Are you okay?" He asks, his eyes searching mine, knowing I'm panicking. I look at him and force a smile, steadying my shaking body as I stand straighter and try to appear calm. I nod.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Um do you have a band aid? I don't have any.." I say keeping my eyes on his while I speak to appear as though his presence isn't causing my body to freeze, a feeling of familiarity rushing through it. He nods reaching into his pocket a retrieves a wallet, opening it and picks out a singular band aid, handing it to me with a small smile.

"Thank you." I say trying not to mumble and take it from him, gripping it on the very edge to avoid the striking pain of our finger tips meeting. He watches as I open it placing the band aid over the crimson slit. Fastening the bands I crumble the wrapper tossing it in the dark green trashcan that's attached to the ground next to the map, it overflowing with various pieces of garbage. I turn back to him nodding slightly as I step around him heading for the bench but before I can fully escape his intense air a hand grips my wrist and he turns me to him, his own brown eyes staring into mine. Panic rises and my body freezes from the intense gaze he holds.

"I need to talk to you." He says, his hold not once faltering as he begins to pull me towards the stairs. My fight or flight senses kick in causing me to dig my feet into the ground and wrap my hand around his wrist pulling him back and to the ground. As I remove my hand the images of dark rooms and test tubes fades, replacing it with the vision of him on the floor, glaring up at me.

"I'm not going anywhere with a stranger." I say realizing the people who once sat on benches we're getting on the bus, the vicinity quickly emptying. He stands, wiping off the dirt from the floor and looks at me.

"Victoria we don't have time for this. I'll be forced to use harsher methods if you don't comply." He says calmly his brown eyes darkening with his words. I shake my head, fear overtaking my body as he speaks my name.

"How do you know my name?" I ask resting my hand on a pocket of my black backpack, the same pocket a gun is safely secured at all times. I slowly open the pocket, attempting to not let him know.

"I know a lot of things. I'm trying to help you." He says stepping forward. I shake my head grabbing the gun.

"That's a lie," I step back pulling the gun out. "I saw that you're following me. You are working to bring me..." I shake my head. "Go away." I aim the gun at him shaking slightly. When I first held this gun I imagined I never needed it, that Margret and Alex were just worried. Then again they were more often worried than not. They told me that my nightmares weren't just dreams. That if I wanted to live id need to remember them so I could protect myself. I never understood it. Until they were killed.

He raises his hands up slightly when I point the gun at him. Though he doesn't act scared, and I know that's because he has a bullet proof vest on under. His gaze holds a challenging threat, nearly screaming that if I shoot I'm a goner.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He speaks, his voice strained. He stays still observing me as I move back farther.

"Who are you?" I ask though when I pushed him off me earlier I knew. And he wasn't a friend.

"Calum.. You probably don't remember me. The last time I saw you-"

"I was escaping your fathers asylum." I cut him off and he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

"Sweetie you belong in an asylum but I assure you that was no asylum. Its a research center." He speaks, the edge of his voice causing the laughter he had only moments ago to disappear without a single clue.

"Research center or prison?" I comment, my voice betraying me as it cracks. "I remember what happened. I remember 7 years of continuous testing! I remember being forced to sit in a closet to sleep. I remember you helping them.. You were only a kid too.. The same age as me and helping them destroy my life."

"Life? You aren't supposed to have a life. You're a creation. A weapon." He shakes his head and steps towards me grabbing the gun. "You may want to shoot me but you also want the truth don't you?" I stay quiet as he pulls the gun away and steps back.

"No. I don't need the truth. I already have the truth." I glare at him and he chuckles. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I don't think you have much of a choice." He says as he points the gun at me. Before I can react my vision blurs, the last thing I see is the barrel of the gun in front if my eyes.