Exit Wounds (A Matty Healy/ The 1975 Story)

4 - How can I relate?

Camille tied her curly honey brown hair back, and sat down on the brown leather couch which was newly cleansed. She looked over to her left , Adam and Ross were still near the door , but sitting by the newly found dining table. Camille felt the sofa sink in. She looked over to her right, Matty. Matty now had a clean face , to match the clean apartment , and a clean attitude Camille hoped.

''Matty, please tell me why George is wounded. Patient doctor confidentiality-''

Camille stopped talking and turned to her left again, just as Adam and Ross stood up. 

''They're back'' Ross stated , pulling a gun from his back pocket and cocking it in unison with Adam

''Who is back and why do you have guns?'' Camille asked ,her olive eyes now wide with terror and glistened with tears.

Matty and Camille both stood up.

Camille turned around , looking for answers in Matty' eyes. ''Please , say something''

''I am so sorry for what is about to happen ,Camille'' Matty said ''You need to go into the bedroom where George is''

The white wooden front door burst off its hinges, and three butch men, covered in tattoos burst into the apartment. Adam and Ross raised their guns. Camille let out a scream just as she was scooped up from the floor underneath her. Matty had picked her up, and was now running with her shock stricken body in his arms ,into Georges bedroom. 

''Stay here'' Matty ordered. 

Camille came to her senses as she established her surroundings. A large white room. A Double bed with white sheets and a unconscious George laying on it. A White built in wardrobe. A glass panel, which was in front of a balcony. A Place where she could escape. Camille made her way to the Balcony doors where she heard a gunshot. And another. and more. With each one Camille found herself on the floor ,curled up in a ball whilst covering her ears. Warm tears trickled down her face. This isn't how she wanted to die. She opened the balcony doors ,all the while her hands shook whilst tears continued to fall down her face. She looked down the balcony. There was no way she would survive the fall. Camille heard another gunshot and jumped. 

Camille began to hear footsteps, coming closer and closer to the room she was cowering in. Camille ran over to the wardrobe and hid in it. Whilst tears still escaped her eyes. She placed her trembling hands over her mouth, as it threatened to let out a scream that would ensure that the men with guns would find her.

Camille heard the door open. Footsteps grew nearer to her. She heard the sound of shoes conflicting with the metal balcony. She heard the glass door being shut. Camille closed her eyes. The footsteps were fast approaching her hiding space. She felt a presence in front of her. Somebody was in front of the  wardrobe. From inside she could see the handle being turned. Camille let out a whimper. The door burst open, allowing bright daylight to flood into the wardrobe. Camille covered her eyes as the light was blinding - she was sure that she would never see the light again. She looked up to see a blood spattered man ,with curly hair who held out a hand ,offering to help her up. Matty.

''Its over, you're safe now come here'' Matty said , comforting her.

Camille stood up and let the tears fall, willingly this time. Matty pulled her shaking body close to his. He enveloped her in his warm embrace. Matty rested his chin on her head as Camille sobbed into his shoulder. 'What was that?'' she hiccuped.

Matty stayed silent

''I said, what was that'' Camille shouted her voice stronger  ,attempting to push Matty away with both of her arms, yet she had no strength in her body, so her attempt was futile.'' I heard gunshots'' She screamed. ''Why can't I leave ,why did I have to witness that'' Camille began to pace around the room whilst running her fingers through her hair, which allowed some of it to come out of the ponytail she hastily put it in. A few strands of her honey brown hair fell and framed her face. Matty walked towards her, Putting his hands on either side of her arms so immobilize her. ''Camille pleae calm down, I'll explain everything to you , please just calm down'' Matty spoke, his voice just about a gentle whisper. Camille looked up, and Matty looked down at her tear-stained face. Matty removed his hand from Camille's arm and instead gently clasped a strand of her hair that was loose from her ponytail and began to twirl it with his fingers. ''Do you trust me?'' Matty asked ,his brown eyes meeting with Camille's olive eyes again.