Half Dead - Louis Tomlinson

Seven: Somewhat All Alone

Louis's POV

I make my way to the magical white palace. 'The queen's lair' as I like to call it. I walk and push past everyone in my way. Everyone wearing white and looking professional, unlike me, dressed completely in black. Talk about color problems...

I think about how all of my life is slowly passing away. Year by year and here I am. Still stuck here.

I am not complaining, because honestly, I really do like it here. It is boring, dull, and empty in this land. But it is home, even if I feel trapped. And the reason I feel trapped is because: I am. I am trapped here. Forever trapped.

I can't remember of a time when I was normal. I don't even remember my family. Did I even have a family?

No memories come to mind when I say "Mom" or "Dad" or "Brother".

I then remember why I am here. I have had as much justice as I can so I shouldn't complain, ever. Not when I don't know a single person who wouldn't want to be in my spot.

Megan's POV

I suddenly open my eyes and gasp for air. I can't breath. I close my eyes and try to get air into my lungs, but I fail.

A mixture of a whine/cry/gasp escapes my mouth.

Tears stream down my face. I can't see anything. Except dark whiteness.

"Help!" I finally manage a shrill scream with my dry throat.

I find how to control my arms and cover my face and I got ahold of a cloth that I think was covering my whole body. I pull it away from myself.

I look up at the ceiling. My lip trembles as I try to make sense of everything that happened.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

I quickly sit up and take a look at myself. I look fine. I grab the thin white cloth and squeeze the fabric in either of my hands.

I am in an empty dark room. No one else is here, inside the room. Two things I know for sure.

Then, something happens. Something beeps besides me and I gasp at the noise that broke the silence. I take a look at it the little object. It looks like a buzzer.

I take the small white object in my hand and click the button on it. "Hello?" I ask once.

Nothing happens.

"Hello?" I call out again. My lip starts to tremble and I speak up again, "I need help, is - anyone there?"

Nothing.

"Hello? This is..." for a second I almost forget my own name. A tear streams down my cheek. "Meg-" I swallow a gulp. "Megan."

Still nothing.

I let go of the buzzer and let it drop on the floor and silently cry.

I slowly go to the right side of the bed and let my feet dangle off of the bed and above the floor. Where am I? What was I doing last? How did I get here?

I try to make a bold move and stand up but I almost fall down, lucky I grab ahold of the bed, otherwise my head would've hit the hard sides of the bed. I close my eyes and slowly take a step forward, and think: Why is walking so hard?

I make my way to the door and open it so I can find out what is going on.

One step in front of the other and soon, I walk out of the room and notice that there is a dim white light just overhead.

A silent hall that lays infront of me and the only other  light I see is in the far distance.

I look at myself again, but this time, I take a proper look at myself; evaluating. I am dressed in a plain white dress and no shoes. Why would I wear this? Where exactly am I? This can't be a house, can it? No, it's not. I can almost guarantee myself that I am not in a house.

I look around and walk forward. Suddenly, there is rustling behind me. I quickly turn around and spot no one.

There are many doors. I turn the doorknob to the one on my right and push it open. The room is dark and cold and empty.

I back away from the door and sigh as I cross my trembling hands.

I continue walking towards the light ahead. What I feel at this moment is something I have never felt before. Not fear. Not anxiety. Not nerves. But, instead, a feeling that I don't think even exists. A feeling of great dull, numbness; not as in feelingless, but... there are no words to describe the subtle ache in my stomach.

The dim light starts flickering and I freeze. What happened? My memories are fuzzy and I don't want to dwell too much on what happened because I know it wasn't good.

I hear a growl. A deep growl, coming from ahead and I take a step back.

My trembling hand gets a hold of the doorknob to the door besides me and I hold on tight, to keep myself from falling.

Another growl and my eyes widen. What is it? It sounds inhumane. Is it a wolf or a wild dog? No, could it be something more dangerous than a wolf...

Another growl. This time it is closer to me than before. As if it was slowly making its way to me.

Maybe it is the feeling that I feel that keeps me from screaming, or maybe it is my shock. I twist the doorknob that I had my hand tightly wrapped around and quickly hide in there and quietly close the door. I have my back pressed to the door and in the room without any light, I can't see even an inch away from my face.

Would turning the light on be bad? I don't think so. If it is a wolf or a wold dog, it wouldn't notice.

I feel around the wall and I almost slip on something on the floor - maybe a squished banana? - and my hand stumbles upon a switch, I push it up and the lights turn on. I squint and look at the floor.

My hand instinctively goes to my mouth and I stare in shock at what I almost slipped on.

Blood.

I know it's short. Next one will be one of the longer ones. Sorry for any disappointments.

- Markieluv1D