Hello! Starting off, Happy New Year! Funny enough how the last chapter that I posted was also commemorating the new year of 2021 and now suddenly we are in 2022. Time flies. Last year was just overall very hard for me, there were many high moments but I mentally was and have not been in a good place ever since the start of the pandemic. I've been struggling with things such as school and my faith, it's just been difficult, man. I've been wanting to update this story for the longest time but I've just procrastinated so much that I'm just getting to it now although I wrote a small section of this chapter months ago. There's also that I felt weird coming back to the story, I'm no longer into HD as I used to be but I really do want to finish this story for my sake so I will.

Thanks to all you guys who waited for me, it means a lot, I hope these next few chapters were worth the wait.

I will say this chapter is shorter than my previous ones but I really did want to post it now because I know how I'm going to format my following chapters and because I want you guys to know I'm serious about continuing. Onwards!


Henry had finally made his way down the dark hallway. He had his hands planted against the wall to guide him as the luminous ceased, all pitch black.

Henry dragged himself the way down unsure where exactly to go. He realized he reached the end of the hallway when he hit a dead end. Two doors sat on either side of the hall, faint light shining through the crack beneath them. He reached shakily and nervously for one of the knobs,

It was locked.

He reached for the other,

It turned its entirety.

He slowly pushed the door open making the door squeak as it agape and it presented a room that was cramped and messy with items, a small lamp being the only source of light.

Someone's been here.

He looked behind him briefly to make sure no one had followed but reminded himself he was here all alone.

'You're fine, keep going.'

Henry stopped his thoughts from going any further than that to prevent those 'what if' scenarios from swirling in his head again.

The horrors he could make up were impeccable.

But the kid can't help but think how this might've been a bad idea. He was taking a huge risk by managing to escape the hell of a room and coming all the way down to ransack his way out. It was a much greater risk now because it had been too long since Drex last visited him, for all he knew Drex could come at any time now.

But he didn't have a choice. This might be God's way of telling him that he has Drex distracted with something and this was his chance to break out. He had to take advantage of the opportunity.

Moving along with a determined mindset Henry decided to keep going, find a way out of here.

Before he could do so he needed to find something to tend to himself with.

It was a long shot but maybe he could find a bathroom with a sink or some water in here. He also needed to find something to control his bleeding. Henry was able to gain minimal feeling back into his hand and wrist but other than that he was sure Drex may have cut something important, limiting his movement. He was bleeding through the wound and it was too much blood for his liking.

'Please God don't let me bleed out'

Henry closes the door behind him slowly and quietly then locking it before continuing his search within the room. He looked through cabinets, drawers, anything that can benefit him. He managed to find a T-shirt far too big and wide for him but it was usable. He made his way across the room to find himself in front of another door. It was already slightly open so he pushed it open all the way and load and behold it was a bathroom.

It smelled awful, neglected, and proved once more that wherever Henry was being held captive, it was abandoned. He hauled himself into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Using the last of his strength he used the edges of the sink to push himself up into standing. His legs were slightly shaking but he could manage. He looked up to see himself in the mirror.

Henry looked harrowing.

He saw how skinny he had grown and his under eyes tinted black. Dirt and filth were covering parts of his body. His bruise from when Drex had slapped him double was still showing on the side of his cheek, noticeably still purplish green. Blood lingering on his hands and arms. Henry realizes how tired he looks, but he doesn't think about that specifically,

'If anyone were to want to save me, they'd give me honest sympathy. I don't want any of it'

Eyelids fall shut as he bites down on his lip, tears threatening to spill over. He takes a breath in controlling his fret. His hands curl into fists, his anger beyond explanation of how much he hated Drex for making him appear so weak and frail. So vulnerable. He'd beat the living daylights out of him when he could finally get his hands on him.

He opens them once again this time avoiding looking at the mirror. He looks down at the sink and turns the nobs hoping the water still ran through the building.

Nothing came out of the nozzle.

Why did he get his hopes up? Of course, there would be no running water. He moves below and searches through the cabinet beneath the sink,

Medical supplies.

A sigh of relief leaves him, he sits down and picks through all the items. He finds some gauze, bandages, peroxide, rubbing alcohol, suture threads and so much more.

He turns behind him, reaches for the lock on the knob, and locks it.

He shakes in agitation. He lifts his shirt using his mouth to hold it in place and to act as a gag. He pours some of the rubbing alcohol on his wounds, biting down his shirt withdrawing his incoming whines. He pours a fair amount over his wrist and nearly cries out but bites his tongue in between the shirt. Henry reaches for a towel laying nearby and wipes away the blood flowing over. He extends to get a hold of the stitching supplies. Henry knows he could wait for proper medical attention but who knows how long that will be till then so this will have to do.

The captive hesitates, he's never had to stitch himself before. Whenever he acquired an injury Ray would be the one to tend him, numbing sensitives would do the job. There was no medication here so he'll have to work with what he has.

Biting down harder on the clothing, he began stitching his wounds hoping to God he wouldn't pass out before he could get through all of them. Thankfully when he does, he gives a huge sigh of ease. Somehow his mind did not choose to give up on him this time around, maybe adrenaline helped. Henry places everything back to how it was not before wrapping gauze atop of his wounds. He didn't hear anything as he was mending himself so it was safe to assume Drex had not returned.

The sidekick opens the door back into the suite inhaling now better smelling air than that of the bathroom. He uses the door frame to stand and looks over the space once more. It was tempting to sleep on the bed that sat on the far corner but he must not, he's already wasted too much time.

Henry then proceeds to rummage through beneath the bed and a toolbox where he hadn't yet looked into. He pulls out a flashlight from the box and flicks the switch

And it works.


AN: Sorry for any misspellings!