The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Five

A/N: Ooookay! Here is the fifth chapter! This is probably one of my favorites so I hope you enjoy reading it :) 

Rain. I dreamed of rain. It was cold, but felt warm against my frozen skin.

It fell from the grey sky onto my face and into my mouth. The cold rain on my face, washing away the dirt and sweat that still clung to my skin.

I jumped around, careless of my clothes getting wet. I laughed and played like I was still ten years old.

I jumped and jumped, for hours. My hair soaking wet, along with my clothes. I eventually laid down, closing my eyes.

I heard more laughter. But it was not mine. I opened my eyes, and there was a boy. He was tall, looked my age. He laughed and played in the puddles just as I was. He looked at me and smiled. He acted like he knew who I was. But i've never seen this boy before.

His brown hair wet like mine, his clothes soaked. He looked strong but gentile. He looked kind, and sweet. My brain seemed to know who he was, but yet he still seemed like a stranger.

I stood up, and walked over to him. His striking blue eyes looked into mine. He laughed and took my hand, holding it tight.

How did I not know who he was?

I opened my mouth to talk, but all that came out was laughter. I could no longer control my body. We continued to jump, holding hands. Just laughing.

Maybe my dream had come true. But out of nowhere, everything turned dark. I no longer saw rain, the boy vanished, and I was alone.

The darkness seemed to last forever. Silence took over. I felt like crying but I had no tears. I had nothing.

Hours passed. And there still was the darkness. A black hole that was never ending. I tried to talk, but nothing came out once again, I couldn't control my body. Maybe I was dead. Maybe the doctors couldn't help me in time. Maybe my dream was a hallucination. That none of that was even a dream and I'm dead. Maybe my brain was just trying to make me happy, so when I figured out I was dead, it wouldn't hurt so much. But, it didn't hurt at all. It felt like I would be free and happy. Happier than what earth had to provide. This would be better. It would be better if I was just alone, and Rylee and Logan could move on, get married, and live happily ever after together.

Maybe my grandpa would finally retire, spend the rest of his days in a retirement home with my grandma.

I smiled. Well, if I could control my face, it would be smiling. I felt happy, relieved. I could just lay here, and have nothing but my thoughts. . .

"Fran. . ." I heard a voice. "She's okay."

It was my grandpa. I could hear him. I could also hear a quiet sigh.

"Oh, if only you saw it! It was horrible." My grandmother cried. "The blood, and the screaming. She. . . She looked like she was about to die, Charlie!"

She was talking about me. And I didn't doubt that's what I looked like. It's what I felt like too. But since I could start to hear the faint beeping of a machine, I knew that I was alive. I didn't know how to feel about that. But the beeping started to ring in my ears, so loud, I had to cover them with my hands.

My grandparents must have heard my movement, because I could hear the light shuffle of feet, and the touch of a cold hand on my arm.

"Esme. . ." The quiet voice of my grandma whispered in my ear. She moved my hand off of my ear and held my hand in hers. "Are you okay?"