Chapter 114 - The Pain Of The Living (2/2)
'Most of the bullets hit the bed and the glass,' Laz thought to himself. The front windshield was cracked along with the back window while the side windows were completely blown out.
But at least it could run.
As Laz was about to put it into gear, he felt his body start t heat up, painfully. It felt like there was a pot of water boiling in his stomach. Using his own spiritual sense, Laz tried to look inside to find the problem. The glowing ball of energy near his stomach looked like a it was flexing while shaking. He felt like it was strained and needed to rest. It felt like he had over eaten and gotten a stomach ache, except it was energy and not food that he consumed too much of.
Despite the searing pain, Laz put the truck into gear and started to drive. He needed to get away from here as soon as possible and back home. That was the only place he had to go. Without windows, there was a lot of cold, freezing air coming through the truck, but that felt wonderful to Laz. He needed to stay conscious as he felt like the pain would cause him to pass out. No matter what happened, he could not faint. Turning on the radio, Laz cranked it up as loud as he could so he could hear it over the howling wind. It was a song he recognized, a song he had felt personally.
Your words to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles
'Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
'Cause I can't take anymore of this
I want to come apart
And dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide
'Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don't know how I feel
But I know I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
Laz didn't know how to feel. He didn't have words to express himself at times. That's why he had always just been like air to everyone. Cause he didn't know how to talk to them. And yet right now, he would love nothing more than to be able to pour his heart out to Kat, but knew that he couldn't do that. He had missed that chance.
With every part of Laz in pain, he kept driving. He didn't know how long he had stay awake for, but he seemed to drift in and out of nothingness. When he felt like he could no longer stay upright, he noticed the turn for ”The Shack” and pulled in.
The last thing Laz remembered was pulling the key out of the ignition before passing out, into the welcomed unfeeling darkness.