Wasteland

Part 8 - I Cant Lose Them

I'm just stood in the house. My body not moving a singular muscle. I now see Ella and Martin standing soullessly ahead of me.  Their dead eyes searching in mine. A knife on the floor? The twinkle of the knife catches Ella's attention, she stares at it and gradually bends her knees. Whilst crouching she holds out her arm to retrieve the knife, then once retrieved she made her way back to standing. She lifts her stare from the knife back to me, her eyes starting into mine once more. I break the eye contact as I see a movement in the corner of my eye, she's raising the knife. I try screaming but nothing comes out, I try running for her but my body is pulling me backwards. There's no point. I see a single tear roll down her face, her glance looks down with mine following. There, a knife, holding itself up inside of her stomach. Blood slowly sliding it's way to the floor. She looks back at me and her lips mouthed 'goodbye'. I try screaming again, but again nothing comes out. Tears stream down my face, more and more, endless tears. Martin? MARTIN! I look over to Martin and he's just standing there, lifeless. Pills? I see a container with pills inside of them just laying on the floor. Without any hesitation, Martin picks them up and unlocks the child lock. He stares into my eyes whilst he pours them into his hand, his eyes look down to the pills in his hand. He closes his eyes as his hand rises and pours the pills into his mouth. Once again, I try to scream but nothing. More and more tears stream down my face. I run up to my room and in a fit of trauma and grief I rip open my bag and pull out my loaded pistol. I bring the gun up to the side of my head, I close my eyes and the last thing I hear is the shot of the gun firing a single bullet.

I wake up as I scream and clutch onto my hair. I'm being drowned in sweat and tears. My breathing is detached and heavy and my eyes sting from crying. Ella and Martin burst into my room and come to my bed to make sure I'm okay. Ella holds my hand and reassures me everything is okay. Martin sat on the bed, next to me and hugged me. Despite the fact I was heavy in sweat, he kept hugging me. "Y...you... are... a... alive...?!" I stutter out between pants, Martin and Ella look at each other confused, "what do you mean?" Martin asked, concerned about me. I turned my head towards Ella "you stabbed yourself again and died, and you..." I then turn to direct the dialogue to Martin, "...you overdosed on pills, and I..." I look at my hands, "...I shot myself right here." I said as my finger trails to the side of my head where I thought to have shot myself.