I was sad. Hurt.
He had me. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
But... At least Alexandria escaped.
It was like we were playing House. If I did everything right I'd be rewarded. If not, he'd hurt me. Oh how he'd hurt me.
I gave up hope that I'd be found. I realized I was underground. Maybe if Indra was nearby he could smell me or maybe I was too far down. But that's hypothetics.
When he finally realized what I did he was furious. All I did was laugh.
He rebroke my arm.
The pain I was in was worse. Worse than Chet. And that's saying something.
When Walter would leave me alone I'd just sit against the wall and wait.
This went on for days. I wondered where Alexandria was. Did she find help? Did she succumb to the environment? Did I make a mistake? No! What I did was better than being here.
Maybe I really did murder her.
I was crying. Sobbing like the world was ending.
"Luc?" Walter called.
"What's wrong?"
He wouldn't take silence for an answer.
"I hurt." I said. I was succumbing to my pain and injuries.
"I'll get some medicine." He quickly left. I had tried to escape once before. The door was locked. No dice.
Walter came back. Given how fast he came back, we're likely in his house. Or... A house.
From what I saw from the slit, it looked like we were in the woods. In the middle of nowhere.
I'll never be saved.
He gave me water and pain meds.
Meds... He took my meds too. Said he wanted me perfect. This is a fucked up situation.
I should kill myself. Somehow.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Walter screamed over and over again as he banged my head into the wall.
"Don't do this!" He screamed. I had tried to overdose and he flipped out.
"Police! Freeze!" He kept banging my head.
They shot him in the arm.
I slid to the floor, dead to the world.
I don't remember much. I was in a police cruiser, dying as they rushed me to the hospital.
Third Person:
"Watch out!" Jeanette pulled her family back as the gurney carrying Luc raced by.
"Oh he's alive." She breathed with relief.
"Did you see his eyes?" Brian asked.
They rushed a CT.
Luc:
I just stared. Even when Alexandria climbed onto the bed.
"Luc I see you! You're here!" She hugged me. "I knew you'd be okay."
Third Person:
"He has a severe brain bleed." Dr. Newton told the family. "I'm going to try to fix it but, you should prepare for the worst."
His eyes were sunken and dark.
"His brain is swelling!"
The monitor flatlined.
"Pupils?" Newton asked.
They looked into his eye. "Fixed and dilated."
Newton came out by himself and only shook his head at Brian.
Brian left to tell his family.
Brian:
I walked into Luc's room. His head was bandaged and he laid there. Still. Brain dead. I sniffed.
Jeanette laid on his bedside and sobbed. Indra stood in the corner, fuming. Too angry to cry.
Newton came in. I knew what he was about to ask.
"Is he a donor?"
"We don't know."
Newton walked over to take Luc.
"No!" Jeanette shouted.
"Jeanette, if he can-"
"No!" She yelled again.
"They took so much from him in life! Leave him be in death!" She shielded his body.
"Okay." I agreed. Newton nodded and left.
Jason and the others came in. He handed me Alexandria.
After what happened, I'm never letting her out of my sight again.
Pastor called me when a family picked her up on the side of the road and brought her to the hospital. We rushed here and found her. Dirty, bruised and covered in blood. Thankfully it wasn't hers.
Luc did this. He got her out somehow.
I sat by his side and rubbed his arm. "Thank you."
I still can't believe it. He's dead. I can't stop thinking that. He's dead.
Before we let them take him to the morgue we let Indra have a moment with him.
Poor kid. He doesn't seem to be taking this well.
Jason stood by Luc's feet.
"Jesus..." He muttered.
Jason:
We all stared. He's dead. Actually dead! I was having a hard time believing everything.
I remembered when Mom and Dad first adopted him.
At school I tried to get him to hang out with me and my friends.
"Hey Luc!" I waved at him in the hallway. He had his hood up and his hair in his face.
"Come over here with us!" I called him over.
He shrieked and ran away. What a weird kid.
Now I wonder what it would be like if he was with us from the beginning.
