The Boy In The Graveyard

Chapter 03: Virgil

A wave of pain courses through my stomach. This has been by far, the most painful one.

"I need to go," I say. I start walking towards his house.

"Show us where you are and then we will get the police," Roman says.

"Don't get caught," I reply. We walk for some time before the house appears. I show them the metal trapdoor hidden in the grass.

"Now go, before he catches you," I say. They run off. I go through the door and into my body again. I open my eyes.

"Tell me why the police came looking through my house!" He yells in my face. I'm not going to answer.

"Since the police are suspecting, I'm going to kill you off, slowly and painfully," he grins.

He straps some kind of mask over my nose and mouth. He connects some kind of tube to it. He presses a thumb to the other end. I can't breath. My eyes widen in panic.

He pulls his thumb off. I gasp for the beautiful air that comes back into my lungs. He laughs and does it a few more times. The mask is taken off.

"You're a bastard," I growl.

"You are in no place to be talking right now," he smirks. I glare at him. He grabs my hair and tugs harshly on it. I gasp as something is shoved into my stomach and gets twisted. Blood floods into my mouth. I open my mouth and blood streams out. He laughs and leaves.

I hang my head forward. I'm going to die here. I made three friends at least. I hope that they just forget about me, so they won't be upset to know that I died. I feel so light headed.

The familar feeling of the chains, around my wrists and ankles holding me against the wall, getting numb. I hear the door open again. He must be back to make sure I'm dying.

A hand gently cups my cheek as my head is lifted. My vision is blurry. Someone is talking, or is it yelling. It sounds like I'm underwater.