Rachel Stanton and The Darkest Night

CHAPTER 22: PANIC

Okay. I'm so sorry for those who waited. I've had a wirter's block for about ten days and I couldn't write this chapter since I last updated. I hope you understand. But here is Chapter 22. Enjoy! COMMENT AND VOTE PLEASE. 

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22. PANIC

The anxiousness inside me was bewildering. And I was completely, a hundred and ten percent bewildered by the vision I just had. I felt the sudden panic rising up into my chest as the seconds ticked by. My lungs were hard to fill with air, as if someone were suffocating me. Also, it was as if someone were torturing me from the inside. It felt like someone was killing me softly till I die. Then I thought to myself, this vision was different—a lot more different than the previous ones I had.

I was trying to think for my next move. Though I knew the time was running out. I had to save my family now before the vision would come to life. And I guess that in a ten minutes time Charles might already be driving his bike and clicking the break a couple of times.

I was frozen for a moment, thinking about the deaths again and again. I’d try to find some way on how I was going to save three. And saving three people, who are in three different places, turned the situation even harder for me.

Firstly, I had to save my brother Charles from his death. I had to get to him before he finally gets his bike running on, because if I don’t do that, I would lose the brother who had been good and bad to me.

One more thing, I had to save my dad from being shot by an unknown man. How would I prevent him from escaping his death? Then I thought I wished Jared was here, helping to get over this situation. I wanted to beg for him to come back this instant. But even though I really wanted him to, I knew he would never go to help me.

Last thing I should figure out was that: I had to prevent my mother from slipping onto the floor.

See? It seemed like I wouldn’t save the most important persons in my life. They were separated by long distances. And I knew, in my heart, that there was nothing I could do to save them.

I remembered Peter the messenger told me that I would lose one person in this game. And this might be the time now where my destiny would end. This would be the time where it would end.

For a moment, some parts of my courage were telling me that I should move on. Maybe I was feeling so pessimistic of what was going to happen this time. I had to be an optimist. And the game was now on.

Later on, I found a way on how to save my brother from dying. But I had to try if that would work. And the way was: I had to find one of his friends.

I scrambled over the lots in the parking lot and search at least one of his friends. Every day, Charles went in his classes with that friend. I just wasn’t sure where he was now. Maybe he was already on the way to his house now.

Rachel, I told myself, you can do this. I thought about this again and again, because there was no reason for me to be a pessimist. I had to save Charles right now. I had to find his friend so that he could go over the place where Charles was and stop him.

I had been in every lot, but still I didn’t find that guy who was with him every day. Where is he? I thought, nervous.

I looked up in the sky and figured out it was still early. Maybe his friend was still inside the campus wandering and didn’t want to go home still. Well, as of right now, I had to wait here for him.

It had taken me minutes before I saw a guy walking toward me. He was wearing jacket with a hood so I barely could see his face. Without hesitation, I ran to him, yanked the hood off to show his face.