My heart pounds "B-Betrayed you...?" I ask. My voice is shaking violently. I don't know what happened. I don't even remember getting here.
"You left me behind," he growls again. The dark veins grow more onto his face. "You saw the Shadows and you ran. You left me for them. And you didn't even look back."
"D-Drew, I don't know what y-you're talking about... Sh-Shadows? Are those the creatures?" I ask, thinking back on the tall silhouette I saw earlier.
Drew's face leans closer to mine, "Don't play innocent, Dylan," his voice threatens, "You know what you did, you just don't want to be responsible for it."
"I don't remember anything, Drew. I don't know where we are." I say. I watch him sigh and his body moves away from mine. Once he's on his feet, he helps me up.
His eyes settle on our hands. The veins slowly go back to normal and his eyes return to their natural warm color. He looks up at me and smiles. "I missed you." He says.
"How long have I been gone?" I ask, relaxing.
"Five days," he says, his voice sorrowful. "I thought the Shadows had gotten you. They changed me, but they say they don't change everyone. Others they kill." He looks attentively at me, "They didn't change you, did they?"
I look down at myself, "I... I don't know."
Drew's expression turns grim. He smirks as the veins return and his eyes go back to the demonic red pigment, "Good," he says.
I yank my hand away and run. Was he setting me up? Getting me to relax just to turn on me? What does change mean? What is he? What happened to my boyfriend?
I'm quick on my feet but I can tell he's much quicker. I run as fast as I can. After what feels like forever, my ankle gets caught on something and I fall harshly on my face. I turn around and look at Drew who comes to a stop, ten feet away from me.
He paces, as if there's a barrier between us. "I'm going to get you, Dylan! You're going to pay for what you've done! What you let them do to me!" He yells. Then he turns and leaves.
My heart pounds and my breathe heaves, trying to get back to normal. Then an acute pain comes from my leg. I look down and scream out at the sight of my bone sticking out of my leg. I cover my mouth and look up, swallowing heavily to keep myself from vomiting. My breath shakes heavily and I become light headed. I'm going to pass out, not just from the pain, but the sight of my leg, which I don't have to look at anymore to remember.
I start crying. I don't want to, but I can't help it.
I don't know where I am. There's no one to help me. I'm scared. I don't know where my family is. Drew just attacked me. I don't know what to do. My ears ring slightly and I feel myself fall as my eyes close.