The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 23

The light was blinding. It shone through her eyelids, piercing through the darkness, stabbing at her eyes.

But she couldn't feel it.

She should've, but she couldn't. As she slowly sat up, marvelling at how well-rested she felt, she looked around. There was no doubt that she was back at Aslan's camp, they must've found her in the woods after she blacked out. The room was furnished with red and yellow, and photos were stabbed into the wooden post that held up the tent. It was her old room.

How long had she been unconscious? It didn't feel like very long, but there was no real way to tell. As she looked back through her memories, trying to figure it out, she remembered.

The voices.

The way they rushed through her mind, split through her memories, broke down the walls she had so carefully built.

The laughs that echoed through her head, making it ache.

The way her memories seemed to disappear into the back of her mind. Like they were being erased.

But nothing was missing. It was all there.

What happened?

It felt like she was on the brink of insanity, the very edge of the abyss.

But she felt fine.

Had she managed to fight it off?

Maybe.

Evelyn took another look around the room, noticing how visibly empty it was. Nothing had been touched since she left. A thick layer of dust covered everything, including the pictures. The chair next to her bed was old, dusty, and empty.

Had anyone even visited?

Why not?

Actually, that wasn't a difficult question to answer. It could be the fact that she walked out of this place with her head held high. Or maybe it was because they were so disgusted at the thought of her, that even her own brother had stayed away.

Or maybe, just maybe, they were scared.

Evelyn could very well remember the look of terror on her brothers face as he sat with her on the floor. As she laughed, and cried. On those nights where she felt exactly like she did just before. She could remember telling her brother that it felt like she was going insane. It must've been a million times worse this time. Maybe they were scared of being there when she woke up, an insane, empty, psycho shell of herself. She couldn't blame them.

But she was fine. She didn't know why, or how, but she was fine.

But she knew exactly who would know.

Evelyn scrambled from the bed, but she was so entangled in the sheets that she fell off the bed. She hit the floor with a loud thud, her blankets wrapped tightly around her legs like a cocoon. As she struggled to disentangle herself, footsteps sounded outside.

"Do you think she's awake?"

"I don't know if do or don't want that."

"Shut up! She's gone quiet."

"Wait! We don't know...she might be...I just..."

"Come on then, Su. Spit it out."

"Maybe we should wait for Noah. He told me that she might be..." The girl, Susan, lowered her voice, and Evelyn strained to hear. "He told me she might be dangerous, unhinged. Insane, even. Apparently it's something she's struggled with it since she was a kid."

"And Noah told you this when?" A higher, younger girl's voice spoke out mischievously.

"Last night, we went for a walk-"