I slumped back against the wall, trying to ignore the feeling of half dried blood. He was breathing faintly. The realisation stung. I was going to die in this basement. The emptiness was clear, I was devoid of emotion. I didn't even have the sick feeling at seeing my dead cousin. It was like there was a strong light, silhouetting me, hiển thị the hole in my chest clearly. I could imagine that. The light spilling around the edges of my form, making my exsistance colorless.
I don't know how long I sat there, just staring into space. The only thing that broke my trance was James. He sat up with a soft groan. I didn't move, thinking that my mind might be creating this image. He looked like.... Well, like death. The comparison sent shivers down my spine. He was pale, his hair was bloody. His face was smeared with blood.
I don't know how long I sat there, just staring into space. The only thing that broke my trance was James. He sat up with a soft groan. I didn't move, thinking that my mind might be creating this image. He looked like.... Well, like death. The comparison sent shivers down my spine. He was pale, his hair was bloody. His face was smeared with blood.