Chapter 13 Gotta Talk

Dylan's POV

I knelt next to my dad's dead body

His wounds weren't healing

I kept shaking him

I didn't say a word, not wanting to attract the person that did this to him

He coughed

I grinned, knowing there was hope he would survive

'I have to get him outta here' I thought then tried carrying him.

It didn't work so I pulled his body

I got to the door but before I could open it, I felt a sharp pierce on my back

I felt stings follow then felt like I was being burnt

I couldn't even react to the pain

I was paralyzed

I heard chuckles when I dropped on the floor

Felt like a combination of voices

I couldn't tell which gender

I struggled to breathe

I tried calming myself so I could focus on my vision which was now blurred

I had to see the murder's face

I looked at him...or her but saw nothing

I couldn't see 'its' face