-Three-
-Lukas-
Earlier…
"Where did Jesse and Gabriel go?" I asked. Allie looked behind herself and shook her head. "They probably went ahead. You know how impatient Jesse can be." Then Olivia said, "That's impossible! They were here five minutes ago!" I put my hands behind my head. "Don't worry. I know they'll catch up with us."
I kept walking. Then I heard a hissing sound and saw what I had triggered: a tripwire. My eyes followed the white line up to a dispenser. Almost instantly, an arrow shot out. I wasn't fast enough and it pierced my ankle, causing me to fall.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed. I then tried to remove the arrow myself, but I ended up making the wound even deeper. I then realized the arrow was lodged in between the bones of my ankle. "Lukas! Hold on!" Olivia screamed. She was immediately at my side, carefully moving the arrow back and forth until it was dislodged and removed.
I sat there, shivering from sudden blood loss. I felt weak, useless. I rolled onto my side and curled into a ball in the cold floor. Even with the comfort of my friends, I still wouldn't talk.
'I JUST WANT TO DIE.'
Present Time…
I watched as Jesse began vomiting uncontrollably from the tranq dart that pierced him in the neck. In the middle of his struggle, I crawled over and carefully plucked the small needle out of his dark skin. A small dot of blood appeared in the spot. I looked at it, then I realized what was inside the dart.
"There's Desomorphine in the darts!" I yelled. Axel cocked his head. "Deso-what-now?" He asked. I showed him the dart and explained my reasoning.
"Desomorphine is known on the street as Krokodil, and it's a synthetic morphine that has horrendous side effects." I paused for a second. "And…it's what killed my parents." Everyone's eyes became wide.
"Lukas…why have you never told us this?" Olivia asked. I tightened my fists as tears began to flood my vision. "What would I have said?! I could've lost all of you! Not to mention-" Ellegaard put a hand over my mouth. "It's okay. We've heard enough." Then Gabriel jumped slightly in shock. "But…does that mean that Jesse will die the same death your parents did?" He asked nervously. I shook my head.
"This is only a one gram dose. In order to kill someone, you would need at least 15 grams of this synthetic shit." I put my arm on Jesse's shoulder. "He should be fine in a few days." I proceeded put my struggling friend's limp arm over my shoulder and I started to lift him up. Just as I began to stand, I felt my foot twist from the injury and I fell, grasping the still-bleeding wound tightly.
"Lukas, don't strain yourself. You're already hurt bad enough." Jesse said in a weak voice. I watched him try and move his legs, but they wouldn't budge. His chest was moving irregularly and his breathing was laboured. I couldn't decide who was in worse shape.
But I felt like I was going to die no matter what.