Chapter 89

He didn't deserve it. Such an innocent soul corrupted by the cruel world. Although, no one truly is innocent. My only sight was of Greg's motionless body. For all I know, Wilder isn't even here right now. Despite my panicked accusation, Wilder crouched down close beside me. I had no control over my hands as I forcefully shook Greg's body. "Wake up, wake up!" My voice came out croaky and harsh, the back of my throat throbbing in agony. That didn't matter now. Greg is dying. I have to save him. I felt the grip of hands warping against mine, separating me from Greg. "No-No. Help Greg." But Wilder did not. Instead, he had one hand on either shoulder squeezing down. "No! No, Greg is dying, help him, help him god damn it! Why aren't you doing anything?" I screamed at Wilder, attempting to escape his grasp. "Greg is dying," I say once more, my vulnerable state holding on to thi