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I woke up in a room. It looked like a hospital room. There were no windows, and it was all white. The antiseptic smell was still in the air. I knew that I was still where ever I was before. I thought it was the Edison Group, but I can't be sure.
I looked more around the room. There was a bathroom, a closet, and a door outline. It was a door; it just didn't have a doorknob on this side. I tried to get up but I felt light headed.
I laid back down to catch my breath from the little movement I just did. After a few minutes I decided to push through it and I got up.
It took me a minute to gain my balance; once I did I started walking. The floor was cold against my bare feet, but I didn't let that stop me. I didn't know what I was doing or where I was going, the only thing I knew was that I had to find Derek.
I got to the door when I heard voices on the other side. It was Michael and someone else.
"I'm sorry we couldn't get the werewolf, but we did get the girl." Michael was saying to the other person.
"But he is dead?" The other one was saying now, a man.
"Yes, we didn't want to bother so we left his body there. We figured his family would come and see it. Once they see his corpse they will know someone has Chloe and come looking for her. Then we will be able to catch all of them." Michael sounded proud of himself as he said this.
I forgot what they had said about Derek. Hearing this made me lose my breath again and stumble backward. The bad that was positioned in the middle of the room caught me so I didn't fall on the ground.
I felt tears streaming down my face. Derek was dead. And they left his rotting body for my dad to find. I went to the bathroom to look at myself and my heart broke even more. I couldn't look at myself any longer so I turned around to lean against the counter.
I felt like I was going to be sick. I clutched my stomach and just cried. Eventually I sat down, still crying. I couldn't believe this. The last thing he tried to do was save me.
I had to reposition myself because the burns on my back couldn't take the pressure of me pushing against the counter. I got up and walked to the bed and tore off the blanket and pillow and laid on the floor.
I didn't care what they did to me. Derek was gone, I had no reason to want to get out of here anymore.
I don't know how long it took for me to fall asleep, but before I finally did all I was thinking was Derek is dead. Over and over again. I couldn't think of anything else.
When I woke up my pillow was soaked with tears. I wasn't surprised that I was crying in my sleep. I'm just surprised I had any more tears to cry.
I felt empty. Like nothing else mattered. I didn't care, didn't feel anything. That's why when Michael came in and said "It's time." I wasn't scared. I just got up and followed him because I hoped that whatever was about to happen would make me feel again.
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