The Bad Boy And The English Redhead

Chapter Twenty-Four: I Can Never Go Back There

Lucy's hairstyle on the date with Matt (Chapter Twenty-Three) --------------------------->

​TBBATER- Chapter Twenty-Four: I Can Never Go Back There

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I am in a tunnel, a tunnel of darkness and cold, with it biting at my fingers. My body shivers as I take slow steps, and I can feel my feet become numb from being barefoot. I am wearing a hospital gown, and my hands reach out, trying to find my way around where I am. My right hand comes into contact with a damp, freezing wall, which I then use to guide my way across the tunnel.

"Lucy." A voice whispers in my ear, and I spin around to see darkness. No one is there.

An uncanny feeling begins to rise throughout me, and I begin to sprint into the darkness, challenging it to make a move. My fists are tightly clenched together, ready for someone to hit me.

"Fight me!" I scream, feeling adrenaline rush through my body. A chilling breeze sweeps its way in, and I hug myself, trying to preserve my body heat.

An icy hand touches my shoulder, to which my body reacts by gripping the hand and pulling the person over my shoulder, only to see I hadn't pulled anyone over my shoulder.

"Lucy!" A shout of someone familiar echoes throughout this strange, onyx coloured tunnel. I follow the voice, running towards it, but the closer I get towards it, the further away I am. My attempts to find the person calling me become desperate, and my suddenly, my legs begin to warm up at the bottom.

I am confused, as my body is freezing, but I know in the pit of my stomach that this is bad. My feet begin to warm up to a temperature too hot for my liking, going past the feeling that you have when you have cold feet and you get into a hot shower. I cry out, and see a light forming at my feet.

It's an orange glow that is flickering, and I suddenly realise what it is. They're burning flames.

I hurry away, but the fire follows me, lapping up at my lower legs like it does when running through water that just reaches above your ankles. Tears fall out of my eyes as I try to escape the fiery monster trying to consume me, and that's when I see it.

My baby sister, Meli, is lying down on her stomach, grinning up at me. A circle of fire surrounds her, and when it inches closer towards her, she screams. My main focus is not to save myself anymore. It's to save Meli. I would rather die then let anything bad happen to her.

Ignoring the painful burning in my feet, I rush over to her, only for her to disappear. I screech out in anger when I see nothing but her little pink cardigan, shirt and leggings on the floor. My eyes are blurry, and I pick them up, my hands shaking.

"No!" I sob, and then feel a cold hand on my shoulder, just like earlier.

And like before, it's nobody.

In all of a sudden, my sister's clothing disintegrates and my hands are holding nothing. Slowly, I stand up and then see a whitish glow, illuminating a masculine figure.

It's Joe, but he's different. His long brown hair he had is now gone, but now replaced with a quiff at the front and shorter around the rest of his hair.

There is a whitish scar running down his left cheek, and his cheekbones are a lot more sharper than before. His arms are bigger and more muscular, you can see each abdominal muscle through his black v-neck shirt.

The scar on his face ripples slightly as he forms a malevolent grin. The hair on the back of my neck immediately stands up, reminding me of how cat's fur do it when they run into another cat, trying to make themselves seem bigger. My throat turns dry, and I can't make out any words.