Shock had completely taken over Carters body.<br/><br/>He let Asa take the scalpel out of his hand and remained limp with his guardian's arm supporting him enough to stand on his own two feet. But he couldn't bring himself to look at him, or the poor boy that remained shackled to the ceiling. Would his guardian even bury the poor kid? No, he guessed not. Why would he? The whole event had just made Carter want to escape from the house even more. Everyone around him ended up dead or dying. He couldn't bear to see Nancy or Max shackled to the ceiling like this.<br/><br/>All the love, affection, time and patience he'd wanted from Asa in the past had turned to ash. A few hours ago he would have given anything to be held in his guardian's arms. But now, he didn't feel anything. The tears continued to fall as Asa carried him up the winding passageway that lead to a set of hidden stairs. He hadn't been in this part of the house before, but he wasn't really paying attention to where they were going either, not until he noticed the colours of Asa's room. Carter was ready to accept any fate that would befall on him tonight.<br/><br/><i>Just breathe</i>he told himself.<br/><br/>But his lungs felt like they were on fire and standing was proving difficult on his wobbly legs, but he tried to obey and slowly shuffled his way to the bathroom. His fingers tried to grip and pull his shirt up over his head, but every body part seemed to have a mind of its own. Like rubber. After some time and maximum effort he managed to strip and turn the shower on, slowly sitting himself down with his back against the wall, legs close to his chest with his arms around him. His mind kept panning back to that poor boy. There was no way he could stay here... He had enough medication to last him a week, and he was sure Asa had some stashed away somewhere, if he found them, he'd probably be able to last a few months before he'd need to come back to the house... But then what? He was completely trapped.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." he whimpered and held himself tighter. He hadn't even bothered to close the door properly, but it was too late now. There was no way he could muster up enough energy within him to stand. He hated Asa... His guardian would pay for making him witness something like that. But how? Nothing he was thinking of seemed good enough. All he was doing was working himself up more. Frustration and anxiety making him pull and his hair and struggle all the more to breath as his tears continued to stream down his cheeks. "Don't come in" he shouted, surprised at the volume he'd managed to achieve when he seen the bathroom door move. He'd been expecting his voice to catch in his throat or to some out as a whisper, but the volume must have been audible for the length of the hallway hear. He found himself panicking and trying to grab the soap so it looked like he was at least trying to wash himself before Asa spotted him sitting in the shower with no intention of moving.