The Hidden: Chapter 8
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I stumbled back, not knowing what to do. I was shell shocked with the most messed up life right now, and didn't want to believe anything, but for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The more I tried to deny everything, the more it sank into my mind. Digging into my brain until it drive me insane. My eyes were blood shot. My breathing was heavy, and for a moment, everything became blurry. A huge knot tightened as hard as it could in my stomach. It slowly rolled its way up to my chest, and then I fell over and started to vomit. My cheeks had tears, but not from sadness, from vomiting. My eyes always tear up when I vomit, just like everyone else. My nose began to run, so I sniffed. As I started to stand again, I heard a voice behind me, "don't move mother fucker!" I turned around, and a man had his gun aimed at me, about 5-7 yards away. He walked up to me, still holding the gun steady, and propped, ready to fire. When he was only a breath away from me he stopped. His eyes were dark. The veins in his eyes looked brown instead of pink, and red. The corners of both of his eyes were a golden brown. He stared at me for a couple minutes, and then I asked him, "are you going to do anything?" there was a pause between me and him. His eyes didn't move, fixed on mine. He had a stern look, and didn't move, not even a flinch. "well" I said, "are you?" there was another pause and then, he raised his gun and brought it down hard, bashing the side of my head.
I began to awake, but never opening my eyes. My head was pounding. Everything sounded so faint. I couldn't tell what the sounds were exactly. They sounded muffled and seemed to echo throughout my mind. But I never knew what they were. My eyes began to open, and everything was one big blur. I almost couldn't even make out all the colors. I blinked slowly and painfully. My vision was terrible, and so was my hearing. I tried to raise my head but could only manage to roll it to the side. I could make out a figure beside me. It looked like a person carrying something. I rolled my head over to my other side and saw the same thing. I focused on what exactly it was I was seeing these people holding. I noticed a pale color, and then a sleeve. It seemed familiar. It felt familiar. I think it was my hand. When I looked harder I saw it was my arm. I felt a slow, rugged vibration under me, and looked down. I couldn't see my legs but I could see the ground moving. They were carrying me. I heard chanting up ahead of me. I looked up to see a large building that was more wide than it was tall. The chanting was from grown men, and they seemed eager for something. But the chanting slowly faded out as the two men beside me drugg me closer. The changing eased itself to a closing almost instantly as I was dragged up to the entrance. The men stopped and stared at me. They looked confused, and almost worried. But they didn't say anything. It was silent all around me except for my feet brushing across the earth, the jingling keys and small equipment of the two men beside me, and the wind. The men holding me stopped right in front of the gates, and waited. A buzzer rang and the gates opened. The dragged me through the narrow cage hall. At the end of the cage was another man who looked like one of the guys holding me. He opened the door and stepped away. As the men carried me, I looked at the man who stood at the door. We passed and our eyes met. That moment felt like forever, but was only a second or two. Something about that moment though, made reality seem that much more unpleasant. I looked forward, and about 10-20 yards ahead was the doors to the large building. I stared at them for a moment then decided to go back to resting and fell back asleep...