Sorry You Had To Bleed

Chapter 5 - Call Him Friend, Keep Him Closer

          Instead of sleeping, I sometimes go into what I call an airplane mode state. I just lay there, not moving or thinking. My eyes are wide open, and I can still hear everything and feel everything. Some call it creepy. Whenever I stayed the night at Daniel's house, he would always bring it up. I've been told that I look like a zombie when I'm "sleeping". 

          Well, I daze out of my airplane mode and back into reality in the morning. I'm in a strange room. Obviously, I didn't remember anything from last night. The last thing I absolutely remember happening was Fang disappearing. Even now, he still hasn't came back. I'm worried, but I guess I'm not worried enough to do anything about it. When I look around the room, it's barren. The walls have nothing on them, except for a few tears and rips in the wallpaper. When I look over to the bed frame, it's rusted. It looks like someone had just dragged it out of their local junkyard and said "Yeah, this will do.".

          On top of the frame was a mattress - one that was holding Kiara I might add. My chest begins to pound, and I shoot up. She's just laying there, looking at her phone. "Oh, you're up." She said unenthused. I look down, and I'm in nothing but my underwear. I see both of our clothes spread across the room. I slap my forehead and groan. "We didn't?" I ask her. She gets off the bed and sits upright. "We did." She said. I sit on the bed, embarrassed. I cannot believe I had sex with Kiara.

          "Gregory mixed in too much. I'm sorry." She said as she put her hand on my back. She acts like it isn't a big deal; like I had just fell asleep on the couch. She might be calm, but inside I'm freaking out. I look around for my phone and it's still in my pants pocket. I take it out and I see that I have almost 20 missed calls from Daniel. Not just that, about 45 texts. Oh god, what have I done?

          "Listen, I have to go," I say in a hurry as I put my pants on and buckle my belt. She grabs my bicep and raises her eyebrow at me. "Seriously?" is all she had to say. I take my arm back and finish putting my clothes on before running out. I make sure I have all my stuff.

          When I get to my dorm, I don't even bother coming into class. I just lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling contemplating what I had just done. 

          I look over to my laptop and notice that Kate's camera is still plugged in. I feel the urge to look at another video, but I can't find myself the effort to watch anything without Daniel. Then again, would he even want to watch any more with me? He was so distraught after Log 3. I couldn't imagine he'd be willing to come over and watch more like it was a family video that we found in the basement of our mom's house. 

          So, I get up and sit in my chair. I open my laptop and see that the files are still open from where we had watched them last night. I double click on number 4 and the video buffers for a while. I almost lose hope and close my laptop, but then it started to play. The video showed Kate in her backyard, with a black tied-up trash bag. I can only imagine what's inside. Venilopee. 

          Kate puts the bag in a hole in the ground and begins to cover it up with dirt. I can hear her sniffling and her voice begins to break. It hurts to watch, so I skim through the rest of the clip to make sure that nothing is left out. 

          In the next one, Log 5, she doesn't speak. She again is in her backyard. She's walking up to the spot where she had buried her cat and noticed that it was gone. The grave had been dug up. It didn't look like it was dug up with a shovel either, it looked like it was dug up sporadically with hands or paws. She's covering her mouth and her eyes are wide open. She's not crying like she was in the last video. Instead, she's just acting surprised. Eventually, the video ended on its own. I went to the next one, and this time I hear her voice.