My Insurgent Life (Completely Fanfiction) Wattys2015

Chapter 9

        It has been five hours since Lamar left me in his room, according to the clock beside his bed. The quiet sound of the wind whistling outside has calmed me, calmed me almost to the point of sleep, but thoughts still swirl in my mind, causing me confusion. The thoughts swirling through my mind do not make much sense, they slow their spinning enough for me to understand only for a moment, then another thought slows and that one regains its speed.

        I feel tired- exhausted, even- but the thoughts swirling through my head keep me awake.

        The tears that rise to my eyes occasionally also refuse to allow rest. I haven't felt much urge to cry in these five hours, although, some reminders of what has happened today raise tears.

        I glance at the clock- 8:45- and I remember, eight o'clock is the time each visitor of Amity is sent to bed. Where could Lamar be? My room? Suddenly, my mind feels crammed with possibilities of his whereabouts.

        I can't take it anymore.

        I push myself into a sitting position, swing my legs over the side of the mattress, and push myself to my feet in seconds. The pain in my shoulder returns, sending bolt of pain down my arm, I wince, resisting the urge to cry out.

        I take a few steps towards the door, and collapse against, holding back tears. I stand there for a few moments, leaning against the door as it supports my weight. I pull away from the door, but keep a hand pressed to it for support. With my other hand, I grab the door-knob and pull the door open, stepping back a few times to avoid being hit by it.

        I look through the doorway, and, surprisingly, see Lamar, standing in front of the door to my room, leaning against it. I stare at him for a moment, and he begins to stare back at me. He seems to be trying to decide something, his hands twitch occasionally, sometimes towards the door behind him, others towards me.

        I take my hand from the door beside me and step towards him, until I am so close to him that we are breathing the same air. I look up at him, into his brown eyes, I feel an urge to fall against him, but I refuse to.

        Suddenly, I see his arm move, then I feel his hand on the small of my back, he stares down at me as I stare up at him.

        Finally, I allow myself to collapse against him. He supports me, holding me up against him.

        And then, there is a scream, and gun fire.