So if you feel that your soul is dying
And you need the strength to keep trying
I'll reach out and take your hand
So I waited for Belle to leave before turning off the water that I had turned on so she would think I was taking a shower. I ran down the stairs and quickly flew out the door. She was just rounding the corner; I kept my distance but I had to follow her, I couldn't stay back. I finally saw her walk into a place that was old and vine grown, I figured this was where Marc was. I hung back; after she was out of sight I again walked her path. There was a door barely on its hinges; I walked through it trying to be as quiet as I could. I laughed to myself a little thinking about how Marc would probably trip over it and knock it over. I laughed, I laughed, I hadn't laughed since the day Marc was kidnapped I was so giddy at the moment. I was like a kid at Christmas time and Marc was my present, I was so close I could picture it.
I walked down a long hallway it was raining outside and I could hear the rain falling into some of the rooms. I was trying to pick up on voices I could hear some in the distance, I kept walking nothing was going to stop me. I saw a room with a lock on the door, there was no one around and the other voices were far down the hallway. I knew something was out of order because in this old place there wouldn't be a new lock on an old door. I leaned against it I couldn't hear anything, I wanted to break the lock but I was afraid of getting caught and then not being able to help. I stood there for a few minutes contemplating what I should do. I heard someone coming down the hall I looked around for somewhere to hide there was a tall cabinet off to the side so I ran into their and hid.
Not one of my best choices the things that were in there I wish I hadn't seen. There were whips, a scalpel set, knives, broken glass; I didn't want to look anymore. I started to cry my happiness that I was so close to finding Marc turned into utter fear of how he was. I heard two female voices talking, I recognized them both one was Sasha's which made me start seeing red and the other one was Belle's. Sasha was telling Belle all about how she had killed off her other Beau's I don't know how Belle didn't want to kill her, I knew I did. I heard keys being fumbled with then I heard the lock click. The door creaked open I didn't hear anything for awhile. I was getting worried, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. I heard someone walking to the cabinet that I was in, oh shit I was in trouble. The cabinet door swung open and there was Belle, thank God, although she didn't look happy.
"What the hell are you doing here? Do you not understand the meaning of lay low?" Bell was very quiet but if she could have yelled she would've.
"I….I just….I don't know…he's my best friend...what would you do?" She didn't respond she just grabbed a glass off the top shelf; I grabbed her wrist I didn't want anything bad to happen.
"Don't worry, Sasha left with Jason she'll be back in a half hour, you need to leave." I wanted to shove her down; I wanted to go to Marc now.
"Can I please see him? Why can't we just run now? Get out of here?" I was confused couldn't she just leave with Marc and someone would just arrest Sasha when she came back?
"I don't know if you should it's not a pretty sight." She stared into my eyes, her heart was breaking but I wasn't sure why. "I would get him out of here, I've been trying to get permission from my chief but he won't give me the command. Believe me I've thought about it." She was crying, I knew what she said had to be true. I need to see Marc now.
"I don't care how bad he is I need to make sure he knows I'm here and he's in good hands." She let me past her, I walked slowly towards the door, and I felt like I was being pulled away from the door. I finally rounded the corner Marc's head was hanging down and his breathing was shallow, he had yet to see me, I wanted to turn back and not let him see me. I knew he wouldn't want me to see him this way. He never did like people to see any weakness in him, this was one reason he hated himself after a bad game. I took a few steps forward he lifted his head slightly and saw me. I could tell he was feeling so many emotions at that moment, sadness, fear, embarrassment, comfort, or at least that's what I hoped he was feeling. I couldn't be sure he didn't say a word to me he just stared. Belle walked past me with the glass filled with water and helped Marc drink it. I could tell how weak he was at this very moment. I wanted to do anything I could for him at that moment, I wanted to get him a steak, I wanted to get him McDonalds Chicken nuggets, I wanted to hug him, and I wanted to tell him that he was one of the best people that I ever knew. I wanted to get him out of there. I broke down and started to cry. I fell to my knees and I bawled like a baby. Not more than 2 minutes later I felt someone wrap their arms around me. It was Marc, this made me cry even harder because he was the one that should be crying and I should be comforting him. But as it stood he was braver than I could have ever been.
I was getting him out. NOW!
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