Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Twenty-Six

^ you've already seen an edit of 'Bria', but here's one I made :) ^

"And here you are, engrained on my heart—right here. I can't cut you out, I can't stop feeling the pain of you being etched into me again and again and again. But I can always try to ignore the pain."
—#me
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Jameson moved, looking as if he'd walk towards me.

Then I tore across the road.

Jameson screamed my name one last time, but as something slammed into my side, I realised it wasn't for the same reason as before.

Lights streamed across my vision.

If I can just hold on. I need one more minute.

One more–

13/09/16
Twelve months ago

My eyes fluttered open.

Lights streamed across my vision.

Confusedly, I fumbled around with my eyes half shut, trying to see if Jameson was standing by the doorway that separates our two rooms, waiting for me to wake up like the pure creep he is.

Wait.
I don't recognise this room.

"Honey, you're okay." A voice gushed by my side. I blinked, turning my head to the side to see the blurred figure of my mother. What? Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

More voices followed as I tried to find him. But my eyes were too closed to be open. They were too blinded to see. I was blinded.

"Where is he?" I tried to sit up, but felt the pressure of a million hand sized shadows pushing me back down. I couldn't escape. And I didn't know where Jameson was.

"Where is who?" My mother asked as my vision began to regain stability.

Nurses swarmed in my vision, all holding needles. Or maybe there was just one nurse.

"We should–"

"No!" Someone lunged out and stopped the nurse from going further. "She's already disorientated. Let her come out of it." The voice ordered.

But it wasn't Jameson.

I cried out. "Where is he?" I repeated and the figure turned around.

It was Alexi.

"Where is who?" She echoed my mother, except she bent down, brushing wisps of hair out of my face as she did so. "Where is who, Sky?" She repeated, seemingly insistent on finding out the answer.

"Jameson." Tears seeped out as I clenched my fists against the bed, trying to push myself up. Even if I was wrong about thinking I was back in the academy, I knew that Jameson had been with me. A metre away. So close.

"Where is he?" I repeated. An ache overwhelmed me. My vision of the Academy seemed so real. I could feel it—smell the musky smell of the old, wood paned windows.

"Where is Jameson?" I was acutely aware of the fact that I sounded like I was slowly losing my mind. Lexi's hand had frozen.

"Who's that?" My mother asked from the other side of my bed. "Who is 'Jameson'?"

"Leave me with her." Alexi demanded, her instructions seeming to be for the entire room, yet her eyes were only on me. Nurses scattered, trying to drag my mother with them. It was an order, but I didn't think that anyone would comply. Silence overcame us.