Chapter 4

There is only more to be answered.

4

 

    It was an obviously painful struggle to get up from the hole I had just been assaulted within. But, painful more in an emotional sense. I had been beaten by a total stranger, who proclaimed I had taken something away from someone. I had no idea what he was talking about.

  Getting up, on my ankle, I hadn't realized how bad it was, I let out a scream of pain, cautiously dragged it behind me while shuffling on one leg. I opened the door, clutching my broken arm. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a note on the floor of the stall where the psychotic f**k had been moments before he'd had his way with me. I slowly, regretfully bent over, picked-up the note and opened it with my working arm and using my bloodied mouth to assist. I slowly opened it, there was a picture of me with my name on the back. I read the note. Fear subdued me.

It read:

 

            "Dylan Wieser, 1642 E. Rock Cyn. Dr. 12872

            Eagle Rock High School, 35867 N. Red Meadow St. 89695

           

           You should go to his house first to make sure he leaves, I don't want his family to witness             anything.

            You know what to do, Ryan.

 

                    - Jay"

 

  That was it. Someone wanted me dead, and they'd sent a teenager told do it.

Ryan...A name I'll keep in mind.

I started feeling woozy, and angry.

Hospital NOW!, I thought.

 Forget my brother, forget dinner with Kada, forget about having an enjoyable night with the people I love. I am going to die, tonight.

 I painfully pushed open the bathroom door, and fell out into the school hallway.

I heard people scream, at the sight of my bloodied body. I'm starting to fade.

 

   "Oh, GOD!" A voice cried, it was Mr. Jacobi hovered over me, looking at me. I barely made contact with his eyes, blood seeping into mine and to think I was short with him this morning. I regretted it. I am going to die.

Then I heard the most horrific scream imaginable, Kada. She burst into what I could only tell were angry tears, I wouldn't be suprised if she started ripping heads off this very minute, but I was proud of her for keeping her cool. I was going to die.

 

   "Somebody call 9-11 right now!" I heard Jac say "Get the police and call security!" I could barely see, my vision starting to blur.

 

   "Stay with me , Dylan!...Dylan!...God DAMNIT!" Mr. Jacobi was concerned for me, I could hear Kada punch a locker, people telling her to calm down, she telling them she will not calm down, that she will kill the person who did this". I love Kada, I always will.

 

  "Dylan, you need to hold on!" But, I can't. I felt myself collapse. My vision goes black. I am gone.

 

 

***

  "DYLAN!...OH, GOD!...WHAT HAPPENED?!" Mom, I missed her. I awaken in a hospital, thank God. But my hell wasn't over, I had to find out who and why.

 

   "Hey, ya midget!" I cried when I heard those words, Andrew always called me that because I was shorter than him, by three inches. "Glad you're ok" He said. I smiled.

 

   "Dylan?...Dylan?....Dylan!" A soft hand took mine, it was Kada, I was praying that police won't walk in and take her away for murdering somebody she thought did this to me, seriously. I squeezed her hand. She expolded in a fury of tears. I joined her.

 

   "Dylan....I love you" I heard another voice, sweeter than Kada, it couldn't compare to Mom's cooking, or anything else for that matter.

  

    "Dylan?...I love you so much, I'll never be mean to you again....I promise" Sarah said.

 

I choked on my tears trying to respond, I couldn't get anything out. I squeezed Kada's hand. She understood.

 

   "He loves you just as much, Sarah....he always has." I shook my head. My vision had come back, but I was stiff and couldn't move, only staring at the ceiling.

 

  "The doctor says you were lucky to have survived whatever happened.." Mom's voice trailed off as if to want to ask a question, but thankfully she stopped herself. "Well, our time's up...we'll have to see you in Recovery....I....We love you, Dylan" Mom, no one else like her.

 

 I soon fell asleep, hoping, no, praying that son-of-a-b***h wouldn't prance in and finish the job.

Ryan.

That will not leave me, i'm not going to let it.

When I get out of this hospital, someone's life will change, mine or his, good or bad.

I will find Ryan and "Jay", no matter what.

 

                

Author's Note

This piece is pretty short, any suggestions welcome.

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[Patrick Gerlits]

Bruce Willis once had a vendetta. Look where it got him! I'm afraid the same fate will befall Dylan as did Bruce Willis'.