You Won't Feel A Thing - (The Script Fanfic)

Chapter 38

Shit. I backed up behind the door, my legs finally listening to the alarm bells ringing in my mind. Danny was still locked in place, staring forward. Grabbing onto his lower arm, I dragged him behind the door too. I looked up into his face, desperate to see an expression that would give me a hint as to what he planned to do next, but his face was wiped clean, no expression manipulating his features. He stared down at me, but his eyes were a million miles away, looking but not seeing. Fear clung in my throat, preventing me from speaking the words wishing to erupt from mind. His eyes were bland, the dark brown iris containing nothing other than its colour. Dylan has seen us. Why hasn't he come to kill us yet?

The silence snapped from the crack of a gunshot. Danny suddenly sprung back to life, his energy reforming in the iris of his eyes. His hand closed around my lower arm, dragging me back up the stairs, away from the gunshots. We went up one set of stairs, to the first floor, stopping when we realised that no other shots had been fired. He stopped, keeping his hold on me. I pulled my arm away, consious of the discomfort causing unpleasant shivers down my spine. It felt like my body had the automatic response to distance myself from him. I allowed it to control me, knowing that I'd rather be 'safe than sorry'. A saying trained into my brain from my mother. Read into that how you will.

"They're dead. The ones on the floor. They're actually dead." I was breathless, the words coming out as I gasped for much needed oxygen. The fear taking refuge within my gut was expanding to my lungs, clasping them in an unshiftable grip. My arms folded themselves over my chest, trying to hold my thundering heart inside my chest as it threantened to tear apart my ribs to secure its much desired escape. A dry sob caused my whole body to shudder. They were innocent. How could they deserve death?

"Teghan." Danny stepped forward. In reponse, I took an even larger step in the opposite direction. My back hit the wall, the hard surface colliding with my spine. I avoided his face, watching the ground as I tried to force the image of the fallen from my mind. "Why won't you let me step closer to you?" His voice displayed hurt as if a flashing sign in a darkened room.

"Because that's not going to save anyone." I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my mouth. That's the thing about words: they tumble from the shape of your lips before you understand the effect they have on an individual. I avoided his eyes, telling myself just to keep looking down and to think of a plan of action, because surely not being followed could not be a good sign to anyone inside the building. "We need to go." My back slid across the wall as I shuffled to the side, beginning to go up the stairs. I removed the knife from the band of my jeans, holding it by my side as an act of comfort and as a display of threat.

My threatening manner was turned to dust as Danny's phone went off and ruined the moment. He plucked the phone from his pocket, pushing it to his ear. His face initially looked strained, but smoothened out in a matter of seconds. I turned away from watching him, standing on the stair, looking at the remaining ones, trying to calculate the time it would take us to climb up them. Let's say now that I was never good at maths. "Thank fuck." He said, sighing with obvious relief. "She's right here." Fingertips grazed my arm. I span around, knife clutched as Danny held the phone out to me.

I took it, pushing it to my ear. "Hi?"

"Teghan." Glen sighed in relief. I imagined his face at that moment, his blue eyes sparkling, his smile gently forming as his eyes crinkled slightly at the edges.

"Please tell me you're okay." The words came out, blurred by my exhalation. Still, he understood what I said, enough to answer at least.

"I'm okay. Were you worried?" I knew he was smirking. It was thick in his voice. I dropped the knife from my hand, gripping onto the railing instead. Tension eased out from my heart, tension that I didn't even know I had.