Thirty three

April watched him, her chest racing as a smile grazed his lip. He looked like a maniac, his hair was sticking up everywhere. His eyes connected with her and they scared her because of how soulless they appeared. It looked dead. He had lost his mind for sure.

"He was always telling me what and what not to do"He stated, trying to explain to her why he shot Brian. April was short for words, everything seemed like a bad dream and she wondered when she would wake up.

"I-I-I... C-Can you untie me" she managed to get out of her parched throat. He stared at April like she had lost her mind, then he was suddenly laughing making her stomach churn. Everything was starting to hurt. He stopped, regarding her long enough to make April uneasy.

"Oh we'll come to that pretty face. I thought your first word would have been something like, why did you shoot your best friend but I guess you don't care if he's dead right".

"You already shot him so why will I bother about your motives" she forced out brave