Shaking his head, Mathias lifts his gaze. "No," he answers. "They didn't speak English or Spanish, we couldn't communicate with them. They just set up camp all around the hill and wouldn't let us go. They... would have shot us, just like they shot my brother."
It's still all such a mess in his head. He can't remember if Jeff or Pablo died next and he feels awful. Like that's something he should remember and respect.
"Jeff tried to run and they shot him," he says, and although they never found that out for sure, he knows it. He and Stacy both knew it. "Pablo was suffocated. Eric... the vines got inside of him, they were crawling under his skin and he kept trying to cut them out. Me and Stacy found him like that and I knew if he kept cutting he would die. He would lose too much blood and die, so I tried to stop him. I just wanted to stop him from cutting and he..." He trails off and touches the place between his ribs he's sure the knife would have gone. "I was here before he could do it, but I know he stabbed me."
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Date: 2009-06-26 01:53 am (UTC)It's still all such a mess in his head. He can't remember if Jeff or Pablo died next and he feels awful. Like that's something he should remember and respect.
"Jeff tried to run and they shot him," he says, and although they never found that out for sure, he knows it. He and Stacy both knew it. "Pablo was suffocated. Eric... the vines got inside of him, they were crawling under his skin and he kept trying to cut them out. Me and Stacy found him like that and I knew if he kept cutting he would die. He would lose too much blood and die, so I tried to stop him. I just wanted to stop him from cutting and he..." He trails off and touches the place between his ribs he's sure the knife would have gone. "I was here before he could do it, but I know he stabbed me."