𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗩𝗘 , [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 ].

𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

my head was hurting like hell. my vision was blurry. my whole body was hurting as if i just had ran a marathon around the city.

through my blurry vision i could see 6 people sitting around the dark room. i sat up on the mattress and felt stares on myself.

"she's awake"

"yeah no shit"

fainted voices.

"where am i?" i asked. my voice groggy and dry.

"hell" a voice answered.

"i died?" i confusedly asked, narrowing my eyebrows.

the only thing i remembered was running from the grabber and then him knocking me out.

"stop messing with her" a familiar voice spoke.

"can you see properly?" someone asked.

i looked up at the ceiling and everything was blurry. i shook my head.

the door loudly opened and a tall man walked in.

"so she's awake" the voice spoke.

"i didn't even noticed"

the person bent infront of me and i glared at him.

i recognised him.

he waved his hand infront of my face as i continued to glare at him.

"can you see?" he asked and i didn't respond.

"well it's gonna take a few days for her vision to be cleared. here's breakfast enjoy" he said, getting up and leaving.

i closed my eyes to blink back the tears. i miss home. i miss my mom and dad. i miss my cleared vision.

"would you like some eggs?" i recognised this voice.

"finney?" i spoke.

there was silence.

"yeah" he whispered, his voice cracking.

i rubbed my eyes and opened them to see if that would help but it didn't.

"there's everyone here" he said.

"everyone?" i quietly asked.

"yeah, robin, bruce, griffin, billy, and vance" he answered.

"they're alive?" i asked.

"yeah, we're fucking alive!"

"shut up, vance!"

my head hurts. i grabbed my head and laid on the bed.

i wiped my tears and hid my face in the mattress and tried to sleep.