"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."
The words didn't make any senses to him at first....Sandy....dead? What did Peter mean when he said that? Did that mean-? NO! Peter must be kidding...Maybe he thought Damien needed some stress relief...but joking like this...this was not even funny...how could he joke about something like this? Damien spoke, his voice became shaky and so did his hands "....h-hey, i-it's not f-funny....s-stop j-joking like that...you t-told me Sandy w-was f-f-fine, right? D-don't-"
"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."
Liar...
Peter was telling lies! How dared he? How could he? How could he say something like that? How could he told Damien that Sandy was dead? How could he tell him that his beautiful, smart, amazing, wonderful, flawless Sandy was dead? This must be some kinds of cruel jokes. How could Peter treat him like this? How could he-?
"...liar...you are l-lying to me!..." Damien whispered, his whole body trembled in shock. He could feel his hope cracked slightly...why? Why? WHY? "...y-you've got to be...y-you're a l-l-liar...you t-told me S-sandy was fine!..." Damien continued in his quiet voice, his eyes suddenly became blurry...but not because of the lack of his glasses...no, it was because of the tears that were threatening to fall from his brown eyes. This was not...this was not supposed to happen! Peter was telling LIES
"I saw many bodies one may have been Sandy I …. Can't remember… Oh God I hope she made it, I hope I am wrong but I fear she is dead you have my sympathy if it means anything and I am sorry for leading you astray if that means anything at all."
Suddenly, furry filled his mind as he could see nothing but red. So, Peter was just toying with him the entire time! First, he gave him false hope...then he shattered that hope like he shattered glasses...then he told Damien he was SORRY? Sorry? Did he even consider Damien's emotions? The bastard...he just wanted to see Damien cried and then laughed into his face, that's all...Hastily, Damien wiped away the tears that had run down his face and he spoke in a cold, emotionless voice "...do not say sorry, Christoph...you have lied to me and 'saying sorry' means nothing to me..."
"There might still be hope, little but still some hope, my mind was not my own when I saw the bodies.... it may have been a mistake but... please be ready to face her death"
"Sit down for a while longer Damein, you have just recovered the bare minimum of energy.
Rest I will look after you and Sasha will be back hopefully with help any moment now.
Besides, there is no point in walking about blindly."
Those words were empty, meaningless...dead in Damien's ears. He didn't care for those empty words...Sandy...His Sandy must still be out there...maybe she was trying to get some helps...and here he was, sitting here, injured...Maybe she was being stuck somewhere, waiting for his help...and was dying...he had to help her! Slowly, with great effort, Damien managed to stand on his shaky feet, the bloodlost was making him dizzy but he ignored it for now...Sandy was needing him, his help...he must help her!...He felt something was pushed into his hands...
"Here take this Jacket, I will be fine."
Damien glared at the jacket coldly, his eyes shone with cold rage "...No, thank you, Christoph...I'm fine on my own...Now, if you excuse me...I need to find Sandy...maybe she's hiding somewhere, broken because of your lies, too..." As he stumbled slightly, Damien used the tree he was leaning against to support his body weight, never once asking Peter for help.
"Hit me Damein, I owe you that much. Hit me on my right side below the arm as strong and as brutal you can.Its better to feel the pain of the wound sooner rather then later, I am ready and deserving of it so hit me god damn it!"
Damien glared at the teenager in front of him and he spoke one more time, his eyes were dead and empty "...do not touch me, do not talk to me, do not even look at me again, Christoph...you have disappointed me...I guess that's what friends are for...lying to each other, correct?" Turning his head away to hide a silver tear that ran down his cheek, Damien chuckled bitterly, his voice was thick with emotions "...you hurt me, Christoph..."
"Damien! Peter! Whoever you are! Where are you!"
A voice called out his name and Damien immediately turned his head to look at the speaker. Quickly wiping the blood away from his cheek with his palm, Damien shouted hesitantly "...A-ashton? It's A-ashton, right?...WHERE ARE YOU?" Wanting to leave Peter's side as quickly as he could, Damien began to walk...well, more like stumbling on the ground, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted tightly. He didn't want to face that traitor, that liar Peter anymore. He had hurt him enough.
"Hey, you!! Come here and help me!"
A voice called out. Damien frowned slightly as he tried to recognize the voice...It was Silas', wasn't it? He shouted back, as loudly as he could "...S-silas...w-where a-are you? I'm t-trying to find you but I'm h-half-blind without m-my glasses..."