So, I hope you are ready for part 11 because it is crazy and it is starting now. Enjoy!
Part 11.
As the
water washed over him it burnt the torn flesh. He hardly felt the
pain. His body was weak and numb. If he care more he would have
probably gone to the hospital. But Marcus didn't care. Life hardly
seemed worth living and he was finally going to get some answers.
Turning off the water he jumped out of the shower and dried off. He
put on his work clothes and walked over to the ax that he had gotten
from the garage. Walking from the master bath to his bedroom and out
into the hall. Marcus looked at the door. It seemed a waste that he
was about to destroy it, but he was tired of not knowing.
The
first crash did little more than dent the wood in the middle of the
door. The second cut out a chunk between it and the first. Soon the
wood was splintering in several places. Though Marcus was sweating
and his forehead was bleeding again he did not stop. The door was
thick. He was about an inch into it and his arms were burning. A few
more strikes and he could tell it was weakening. Finally the ax got
stuck as it broke through the door. Marcus put his eye up to the
hole, but couldn't see anything. It was too small. He started again
with the ax. The floor was thick with blood and splinters. It was a
mess, but his goal was ever closer. Soon the hole was big enough that
he could see what lied behind the door.
Looking
into the hole Marcus saw a wall. Marcus started cutting at the door
again, soon he was cutting at the far wall too. After a couple swats
he could see through the wall. It led outside. He could see the yard
and a tree that was growing to the side of the house.
Marcus
dropped the ax. His hands were blistered and bleeding.
“It
was just a door. It didn't go anywhere.” his dispair was evident.
The gun was still on the floor. His eyes fell on it fully. As he bent
over for the gun he caught himself watching the keyhole again. He
forced himself to look away. His eyes closed he put the tip of the
gun in his mouth.
It was
cold and smooth. He could even taste the residue from when he had
shot himself earlier. There was a little blood on the muzzle as well.
He angle the pistol to the top of his skull. It was almost too big
for his mouth. He gaged a little with it inside. He didn't know what
to do with his tongue. It felt like it was in the way. He supposed
that it didn't matter. So he felt the draw of the trigger. It was
stiff. It took more effort than he had expected. The hammer fell. He
heard it crack down against the pin. But nothing happened. Opening
his eyes he saw the keyhole. It was glowing.
He took
the gun out of his mouth. Placing it on the floor he went to the door
and it opened. Inside he saw Mr. Blake's office.
“Your not really
considering Marcus are you?” Thomas asked Mr. Blake. Thomas was
sitting in a chair in front of Mr. Blake's desk. Mr. Blake leaned
against the desk looking down his nose at Thomas.
“Of
course not Thomas, but I have to make it appear that all candidates
are considered and it always increases people's workloads when they
think a promotion is on the line.” Mr. Blake said off-handedly.
“Mr.
Blake, Thomas has done so much for this company. He deserves it so
much more than I do.” Thomas was pleading with Mr. Blake.
“I'm
sorry Thomas. This isn't up for discussion. You can pass on the
promotion, but Marcus is best served where he is at now.” Mr. Blake
turned his back to Thomas and went around the desk to his own seat.
Laughing he looked at Thomas. “I've never had such a hard time
convincing someone to make more money.”
The room
changed it was the living room of the house. Abigail was sitting on
the couch next to a man in silhouette. The man caressed her leg and
she giggle with pleasure. Soon the man came into focus. It was
Marcus. Moments later they were making love on the floor. Marcus
remembered the night very well now that he saw it in the proper
perspective.
Again
the room faded out and changed. It was a waiting room. He instantly
recognized it as the one from the earlier vision when he saw Abigail
sitting there with Jenny.
“Marcus
wouldn't understand.” Abigail said to Jenny there were tears in her
eyes.
“He'd
understand that you aren't ready to have a kid. You want to finish
college first.” Jenny spoke comfortingly.
“No
Jenny. I'm getting this abortion and Marcus must never know. He'd
hate me forever if he knew. And I'm pretty sure he's the one. I just
can't lose him. He can't know because I need him more than ever now.”
They both were crying as the nurse came in the room and called
Abigail's name. She went back and the vision faded.
Lastly a
scene Marcus had not yet seen came into focus. It was the hallway and
blood was everywhere. Splinters of wood littered the floor and on the
ground was his body. The top of his skull was missing in its place
was a pool of gray matter and skull fractures. Abigail was being held
back by a paramedic. She was crying and Thomas was trying to comfort
her. His face was stained with tears. They were both shaking with
grief and Marcus couldn't take the visions anymore. He started
towards the opening and fell into a brilliant light.
Opening
his eyes he heard the hammer crack down onto the pin and felt fire in
his mouth.
The End.
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