Chapter 11- We're Going Down
My legs were going to give out any second. We had to have been running for at least three hours already, that's what it felt like anyways. I was extremely tired. I couldn't even remember the last time I slept, maybe three days ago. Surely, I wouldn't be able to go much longer without sleep. We had lost Brandon, Derek, Jason about two miles back. And we still weren't any closer to civilization; we might actually be further away now than we were when we first left the cabin.
I felt my self slow down involuntarily, finally stopping to catch my breath. Ricky stopped and turned to look at me.
"What are you doing? We have to get out of here." He said, his chest heaving as he, too, tried to catch his breath.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm tired, Ricky." I said out of breath, voice cracking. He walked over to where I was, hunched over gulping in air.
"Don't say that, Amy. We have to get out of here. Think about your family." He replied, looking at me. I shook my head and glared up at him.
"How can you stand there and be so calm when we are being chased by some lunatic that wants us dead?" I asked, my fear turning into anger.
"Because, someone has to be thinking rationally. And since your obviously not thinking rationally, I have to." He replied his voice slightly rising.
"I don't see your rational thinking getting us any closer to home." I snapped. His eyes lit up in anger, his hands balling into fists. I jumped when his fist slammed into a near by tree.
"Shit." He cursed loudly. I cringed, feeling bad for antagonizing him.
I quickly walk over to him, taking his hand into mine, examining it. I touched his red knuckles gently, watching his face as he winced.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I looked back down at his injured hand. He sighed.
"It's not your fault. I just have a short fuse right now." He replied. I nodded my head before raising his hand up to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
"That's understandable. These last couple of days have been pretty fucked up." I said, my eyes meeting his as I let his hand drop from mine.
He nodded in agreement, a comfortable silence washing over us.
"Do you think things will ever be the same?" I asked quietly. Ricky looked at me with sad, tired eyes.
"No. Things will never be the same, Amy. We found Ben dismembered, we watched Adrian die, Grace killed herself, and now there's a fucking psycho trying to kill us. Things might, might, get somewhat normal years from now, but not any time soon. Jeez, I'm already in therapy, and now I'm going to need who knows how much more. We're both going to need years and years of therapy." He replied with a frown.
"We aren't going to need to worry about therapy if we're dead." I replied nonchalantly. Ricky shook his head again angrily.
"We aren't going to die, Amy. We are going to make it home. We have to..." He trailed, his voice wavering. I nodded my head, not really believing him though. I could see that he wasn't so sure anymore, either. But, I didn't want to spend the rest of the time we had left on this earth fighting.
"Well, this has been very entertaining. To bad I have to kill you now." A voice said from behind me.
I didn't dear look behind me, my eyes locking with Ricky's as his eyes were wide with shock. Ricky's eyes darted to mine quickly. He had a very determined look on his face as he looked behind me. "Go, Amy." He said, not looking at me.
"What? I'm not leaving you." I said frantically, my heart pounding in my ears. He looked at me lovingly.
"I have to end this. Run, Amy. And don't stop until you are safe." He said with a quiet confidence. Tears clouded my vision. Was he crazy?
"Don't do this, Ricky. I need you." I pleaded, a stray tear falling down my face.
"I'll be fine. I love you, Amy." He said quietly, his eyes still fixed on the man behind me. I went to argue but he stopped me before I can get any words out. "Go. Now." He said loudly making me jump.
I took one more look at Ricky and I knew he wasn't joking. So, I did what he told me to do. I ran; ran until I didn't think I could run anymore. I stopped for a brief second to catch my breath. At this point tears were falling rapidly and I was surprised I managed to make it this far without breaking down. I prayed that Ricky was alive, that he would come running out of the tree's behind me, smiling. But, of course, this is me; and I always came to the worst conclusions first. So, of course, I already believed he was dead. So, now I took a quick second to mourn before I had to run again. Because, the last thing Ricky had asked of me was to run until I was safe, and I was going to honor his last request. Even if I died trying.
I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning around the area making sure I was alone. I gasped, relief washing over me as I saw what looked like a cabin about thirty feet from me. I instantly ran to it, thanking god it wasn't our cabin. I didn't know what I would do if I ended up back there. I ran up the three steps before slamming my fist on the wooden door rapidly.
"Hello? Is anyone here? Please, I need help." I yelled, hoping to god someone was staying there. I sighed in defeat after a had banged on the door about a million times with no answer. I turned around and went to walk down the stairs when I heard the door open up behind me.
"What the hell is going on out here? It's only nine, I'm on vacation. I don't need teenage punks banging on my door this early in the morning." I heard a voice say from behind me. My head snapped around. A man in his forty's stood in the doorway. He had a t-shirt and jeans on; which looked like he had slept in them.
"I'm sorry. I need help, my boyfriend...He told me to run until I was safe.. He was trying to protect me... I don't know what happened to him... Our friends our dead... I'm scared." I said quickly, my voice breaking every now and then. My emotions getting the best of me as I thought about Ricky. The man looked at me like I had three heads.
"Damn, I knew I had too much to drink last night." I heard him say to himself. "Can you repeat that, Miss? I don't think I heard you correctly." He said, scratching the back of his neck.
"We came here for our summer vacation last week. We found my friend, Ben, dismembered. Our car got totalled before we could leave, so we decided to run. But, then, our friend Adrian got stabbed and she died. Then, we meet a couple of guys, who I guess had some lunatic chasing them, too, and then my other friend Grace committed suicide. Then, this lunatic comes out and tells us to run, we lost the three guys we meet. Then, my boyfriend Ricky and I stop to catch our breath and that lunatic is there behind me and my boyfriend tells me to run. And I don't know what happened to him. I don't know what to do. I have to find him. I can't just leave him here. I'm scared." I replied, breaking down at the end.
The man looks at me with wide eyes for a second before shaking his head. "Holy Hell. Miss, I'm sorry to hear that. I have a car, it's parked behind the cabin. I'll give you a ride into town and we will get the cops. It won't take us long, we are only about five minutes from the main road." He replied, helping me up off the ground.
"We are only five minutes from the main road?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded his head.
"Yeah, why?" He asked, confused. My heart sunk. I couldn't have been running that long, I'm way to tired to have been running very long. We must not have been that far from this cabin, which means if I wouldn't have stopped to catch my breath we more than likely would have ran right to the road. If Ricky was dead it was all my fault. I couldn't believe it. The tears fell faster and my legs wobbled. I felt completely defeated. I just wanted to lie on the ground and die. I don't think I can go on without Ricky. Especially since his death would be my fault, and I wouldn't blame anyone if they blamed me.
I followed the man to his car. My head hung low, my shoulders slumped. I had given up hope, I had been defeated. And I knew if Ricky was found dead, I wouldn't be alive much longer after that. I wasn't built to deal with this kind of shit. I couldn't deal with all of the death's, almost dieing. And, so, I vowed to myself if they found Ricky, dead, I would to join him.
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