After the End

Chapter 2

Darkness, that was all he could see. Nothing but the night, cold and dark. Suddenly the area lit with a single orange flash followed by a deafening sound. A gunshot. As if on cue the scene brightened and Enjolras was on the barricade. He was surrounded by guards all pointing guns at him. He looked down and saw that he stood on a pile of bodies, his friends' bodies. Their eyes all stared vacantly up at him and he nearly fell down. He looked frantically around trying to find any sign of life among them but they were all gone. He heard the rifles get cocked and he closed his eyes. He didn't want to live without his friends, the only people he truly cared about. He needed to die. The shots rang out and his eyes flew open.

He was laying in a bed, cold sweat covering his face. He rubbed his eyes, it was all a dream. He wished it wasn't though. He had survived and had been brought to the house of the only other surviver, Marius, to heal. He hated it here. He couldn't move or do anything for himself. Enjolras pushed that aside and sat up slowly.

He tried to get out of bed again. He had attempted this a few days ago but failed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed with assistance from his arms. His chest was still sore from his wounds, the wounds he was supposed to die from. Eight bullets through his chest, it was a miracle he was alive.

He let his feet dangle a few inches off the ground before finally setting them down on the floor. The floor was cold immediately sending a chill into his body, yet he still continued. He placed one hand on the bed and another on the head rest before hoisting himself up. With great effort he was on his feet. He stood alone for a second before his knees buckled. He quickly grabbed the headboard of the bed before he toppled to the ground. He hissed in pain as his chest seemed to catch fire. He took a breath and ignored the pain, he had to push through it. He couldn't be weak. He had been lying in the bed for the past few weeks recovering from the injuries from the barricade. He had no strength to do anything, he couldn't even stand. He had tried once before a few days ago but he didn't even make it to his feet.

Now he was standing grasping to the headboard of the bed. He felt a smile tug at the corner of his lip. He reached for the doorknob which was barely a step away. He lifted his left foot and took a step forward, distributing most of his weight on the door handle. He turned it slowly and pulled it open. He could see the dark deserted hallway of the guest wing before him. Marius had placed him in the most secluded part of the house, the total opposite side from where the other residents were.

He took a step out into the hallway balancing against the wall and made his way down the hallway. He took it slow, one foot at a time until he heard a creek in a floorboard up ahead. Someone was coming. He tried to turn quickly and get back to his room but he tripped over his own feet and slammed to the floor. His chest hit the floor and he couldn't move. The pain was practically unbearable. He managed to get onto his back but he could hear footsteps rubbing down the hall.

"Enjolras what the hell are you doing?" Marius yelled.

Enjolras groaned, "Just don't. Help me up" he said defeated.

Marius bent down and put Enjolras's arm over his shoulder and hoisted him up with the help of his cane. "Enjolras I've told you, wait until the doctor says you're fine" Marius said quietly.

Enjolras scoffed, "I can't stand it in there, staring at the same four walls everyday. Blindfolded I could probably tell you where each dent in the wall is" he said annoyed.

Marius shook his head, "I know Enj, do you want me to pick you up some books when I go out today?" He asked placing Enjolras down on the bed.

"Yeah, I need something to do to get my mind off of-" he began before he felt his throat tighten.

He didn't even have to finish, "Okay Enj. Ill be back soon" he said before hobbling out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Enjolras laid back and the shots began to ring in his ears again. He could hear their screams, feel their blood on his hands. He began to count the dents and scratches on the wall, the only he could get his mind off things until he finally fell back asleep.