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What Exactly Happened: Part 8

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By Penned by RiaPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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What Exactly Happened: Part 8
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His gaze travelled up to the window above his head. It was wide open. Cold air blew harshly across the room, stirring the curtains, which fluttered wildly in an attempt to pull themselves together. One of them flew shut again and again as the wind whipped through the room, catching Ryan's hair and sending it flying across his face. And as he watched it, a single drop of water slowly began to slide down the window pane. Another and another followed in rapid succession. And then they were falling, cascading downwards, gathering speed as they hit the ground and rolled across the grass in a series of tiny, sparkling droplets that danced before them like miniature fireworks. Soon the whole window pane had been filled with rain, the drops running in endless, uninterrupted streams down it.

It was raining. It was raining outside, but he felt nothing. He had expected to feel nothing. The only feeling he had now was fear. Fear of the man standing silently in the middle of the room, watching him silently with sad, accusing eyes. Fear of the man, who had killed his mother and who had caused everything he knew and everything that he held dear to him to vanish in an instant.

Fear.

That was what he was feeling. It was what he was experiencing as he looked out of the window into the darkness and wondered just where he was supposed to go from here. He was completely lost, hopeless. Lost in a place where he didn't belong. Where he could no longer stay.

As tears began to roll down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor below him, Ryan let out a sob and turned to face the man that had stolen so much from him, that he could no longer take any more. As he stumbled towards him, the man took a step back. His breathing grew quickening the closer he got, his breaths shortening and speeding up. His heart beat faster and faster. The panic that had been building inside of him started to bubble in his stomach, choke him, consume him. This is it. This is what I'll have to live with until I die.

The man took another step backwards, moving towards the door, away from Ryan. But Ryan's hand shot out, grabbing tightly onto the man's shirt as his body lurched forward with sudden movement. He tried to push his other hand against the floor beneath him, forcing his weakened legs to support his weight. It was impossible though, and Ryan collapsed to his knees as he struggled to regain his balance and try to stop his body from collapsing on top of him. As his vision blurred and his consciousness became muddled, his heart rate picked up even further, racing faster and faster. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and hot. A burning sensation spread throughout his entire body. Everything seemed to be spinning around him. It was getting hard to breath. His throat tightened and closed with each desperate gasp for air, his chest constricting, his lungs burning. He had nowhere to go but forward, no way out except ahead, and it was the most daunting thought he'd ever encountered in his lifetime.

The man had stopped struggling against him, and he could feel his hands gripping him. Ryan could tell that he was holding on tight, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close so that he couldn't move so that there would be no chance at all for Ryan to overpower him. For a few precious moments, Ryan thought that perhaps he had succeeded. After all, the man who had murdered his parents had no reason to hold him back, right?

To be continued...

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