C.R.A.N.E (Strange Editing WiP)

Chapter Twenty Eight: Letter

Only three.

I don't think there was ever a time where I was more relieved. I was glad that didn't happen. But that doesn't mean it can't happen.

But at least I knew it's not positive she is dead, but I needed to hurry so she's not hurt.

I had to get out of here as quickly as possible.

The cell felt unusually quiet, and then I have completely forgot about the so called Martin. He was completely silent throughout the whole time?

I turn over to look at his bed, but it was neatly made. He was gone.

All there was was something on his bed that I couldn't quite identify. Where could he have gone now? As much of a pain in the butt he was, I hope nothing bad happened to him.

I looked at the item on his bed more carefully and then it seemed extremely familiar.

Is that, my wallet?

I was still sitting on my bed, so there was no way I was going to reach it from where I was. So the only thing to do was to walk over there and get it.

Because of the current condition of my leg, I wasn't looking forward to standing up and retrieving it, but then I thought that maybe my leg wasn't that bad and it may recover quicker if walked around. Besides, I needed something to distract me.

I placed one leg down. So far so good. Funny how I was overthinking such a simple task.

Now just the other, walk over, grab it and sit back down. Simple.

I put the other let down. It hurt moving it, but it wasn't the worst pain. I tried to stand, but immediately collapsed.

I lied to myself. That shit did not help the pain. I was literally holding my leg as tight as possible to stop the pain, but that didn't help obviously.

I hissed in stress on the floor like some snake that was cut in half but still alive.

I grabbed onto the bed and lifted myself up to stand. I tried to put as little weight as possible on the damaged leg, and used whatever was around me as a rail to aid me to reach the wallet.

I laughed to myself walking over to his bed, thinking how funny it was that I couldn't even walk a few metres in a basic manner.

I finally reached it, and my walking gradually improved, but I just wanted to sit back down as quickly as possible.

I took a sigh of relief and opened the wallet. The usual was in there; credit cards that are completely useless, coins that are again useless, driver's licence (you guessed it. Useless.), but all I wanted to see was the photo of Accalia, Rylie, Jake and I.

It was there, safe and sound. A photo that always made me relax and remember a better time in my life. But now, something didn't feel right.

Now that I looked at the photo, I felt uneasy. What once made me happy didn't have that same effect as before.

Was it because of my nightmare? Was it because I had no idea what happened to my daughter? Or that I couldn't remember anything?

Being in the oblivion is a scary thing. You are unaware of what's going on and that ignorance can destroy you slowly.

I put the photo away and hopefully thought that something else was there to distract me.

I did find something that caught my eye. It seemed like a small envelope folded into one of the pockets.

I took it and saw that it was covered in bloody fingerprints, which slighty gave me a chill in my spine.

I unfolded the envelope to see what it was. I never recalled an envelope kept in my wallet. There was writing on the envelope. It said 'from Gary'.