I cared about him...
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Something in my forehead kept annoying me. It was like... something...was dried there. My head ached so much I didn"t want to open my eyes. However I raised my head slowly, being afraid that if I was going to move it faster, it would kill me from the pain.
My head felt so heavy.
Even thought I didn"t want to, I opened my eyes slowly. So slowly... Everything looked so bright and yet so dark. There was a light bulb, which was on. I was right under it, and its light was bothering me so much.
That something in my forehead.... was blood. My blood. It had ran down my forehead and now it had covered a part of my lips as well. I felt a sharp pain in my head. It was like a cut. A deep one. It was still bleeding...
I licked my lips, tasting my own blood. Almost puked at it.
I looked around. I was in a small room. It was empty and had no windows in it, expect this small one which was so high, it almost looked like it was on the ceiling and not on the wall. The place looked old and smelt like rotten wooden. Probably the smell came from the floor. The walls looked so old and humid, they looked like they were going to fall on my head in every moment.
I tried to move, but something didn"t let me. I looked down on me.
Of course!
I was tied against a chair. Why I don"t find this surprising at all?
I tried to untie myself but felt that sharp pain in my head again. Where the hell did I cut my head in the first place?
Pieces of memories rushed in my mind. Everything was so messy and I had no idea which happened first and which one last.
I remembered Axel asking me if I trusted him. I did. I trusted him. I remembered telling him that... and the smile he had in his face when he heard that... I remembered a shoot coming towards us... and then everything was so messy... so blurry...
I remembered the car collapsing in the highway... Then some voices... Some male voices... They... they were the ones that we were trying to run away from... And the arm... I remember the arm coming out of the window of the car which was upside down. The arm was covered in blood. Looking lifeless...
My view become blurry from the tears which were forming in my eyes. I haven"t cried for years and now... I was crying now...
"The boy?" Someone walked towards the arm and pushed it away with his foot. "The boy is dead sir."
No!!! No! He wasn"t dead. He can"t be dead. He is Axel... He... No! Just no...
I couldn"t hold my tears anymore. I didn"t even want to. He was dead. I cared about him. How can he be dead?
The tears ran down my cheeks slowly, and then fast, and faster. I felt that pain... that pain in my chest when Mr. Andrew told my dad was dead. It was like my heart was tearing apart. It was too much pain to bare. I had lost mom and then dad... and now I lost Axel. I cared about him. And now he is dead.
Soon I started to cry loudly. So loudly that normally I would be ashamed of myself. But now I didn"t care. It was too much pain to deal with, that I didn"t even care if anyone was watching me.
I cared about him...
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