Beyond Heaven and Hell

Chapter 11 - Why me?

*Nates POV*

Was he okay? It hurt so much to see him like that. Every instinct in my body begged me to storm in there, help him and make sure he was okay. But somehow... somehow, I knew it wasn't Rosco. Whether it was my parental soul that knew or some strange sixth sense. Regardless, it sent pain through my skull with confusion. The similarities were shockingly down to the finer details, any person who knew Rosco would hands-down swear it was him.

Even if I were to help him, the strange creatures would see me, and lord knows what they would do. It was a risk I couldn't afford for someone who wasn't my son. Or was he? I found myself questioning my reality but that wasn't hard to do in this twisted realm. Also not the first time.

Rosco WAS born an only child, I was there for every second of the labour, birth, and recovery. It just didn't make sense. Nothing did. I knew I couldn't be out of my cell for too long before Sophie or anyone else would notice.

I looked back up at the boy and the creatures were walking away from him as if they had finished. It was my only chance to do something, I had to be quick. Swiftly I begun planning how I would run in the to quickly grab the Rosco look alike or Edward and take him back to my room.

3... 2... 1! I shifted all my weight onto the balls of my feet to launch but the second my body went to move a massive beam-like glow appeared ices from my face. It was the man from earlier who was kind and had loving vibe about him but this time the vibe was stern. Not bad just affirmative.

''Don't!" the man exclaimed with concern and affirmation.

This strangely felt like a very important warning, and I trusted his words. I wanted to ask question and get answers but there I was, frozen speechless in shock.

I heard a door click from behind me and I hoped to God that it was the door to my room ...or should I say cell. If it was Sophie, maybe she would understand my stress or not be as violent with any punishment. She was always just so kind and there was something about her too almost as if she cared for me. The way she looked at me and held me sympathetically. Not to mention that dark horrific vibe that she had it seemed to turn to a light grey rather than a piercing black, it was strange.

I shook my head back to reality I was almost drooling over her ambiance rather than just her looks, I couldn't be so weak, not in here. I couldn't see anyone behind me, maybe I was hearing things.

The man was gone... once again. Taking his warning to not go into the boy's room, I ducked back towards the crazy lady's room closer to my room. I could see into the room through a section where the glass window wasn't painted over. As I peered into the window she woke almost instantly as if she knew I was there through some kind of sixth sense. I took a step back with a shudder of confusion.

In the corner of my eye, I had notices movement in the hallway so before I could blink, I ducked into the room before me. What was I? stupid? The girl is crazy!

It was too late to think of the moves I had already made I needed a plan. Whoever that was that I saw could be looking for me. They could even come into this room! I glanced at the girl on the bed and her lips were moving. She was looking at me but almost in a trance, there was something blocking her that made it impossible to meet eye to eye.

I knew my time was limited and standing at the door was a risky position to stay in. So, I paced around the bed widely trying to keep as much distance between the girl and I. Even though she was not looking into my eyes she kept her gaze locked onto me as I made my way to the other side of the room.

I was then on the opposite side of the bed to what the door was. It took every inch of willpower to move closer to the girl, but I needed to duck out of sight from the door in case anyone or anything walked or hovered through that door. The whole universe and everything in it could surely drive me mad. It could've been what happened to this girl. As much as I feared her I almost felt sorry for her.

Looking back up at her I noticed that she was still facing me and mouthing some words. After paying more attention to her lip movements and the sounds she was making, I was able to understand what she was saying. Just as before, she was referring to me as 'the key'. I didn't know what she meant but this time I made out the words "you are the key" over and over.

"Speak louder! What do you mean?!" I exclaimed desperately at tone slightly louder than a whisper.

This time she looked me dead in the eye. Even past that. She stared into my soul.

"You ARE the key. If you want any chance to see Liza and Rosco again, you need to work with me and stay far away from the wicked child and the demons. The only thing that can save us innocent souls from this dreadful netherworld is if you tune into your intuition and stop fucking around!". The girl went limp as a tear trickled down her dirty cheek. Closing her eyes softly almost as if she were in pain she laid back onto the stiff hospital bed and pulled up the thin blanket to her face.

Frozen in utter shock I trembled but was unable to move speak or even breathe.